Waiting.

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November 10, 2015 by jeliwobble

Edges.

Fingertips ache, throb with effort.

Splintered nails, dug in,

down to nubs as if bitten,

stripped and bloodied.

Knuckles contracted, fastened hard,

internal needles spiking.

Grim grit gathered gracelessly.

Delicately balanced, entire body weight

held tight by ten tiny pressure points;

Whitened icicles stabbed into

the softened crumbling precipice of time.

JD 2015

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