Flaw in the Plan.

"i wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend." - jumper, third eye blind.

 

Flaw in the Plan.

 

The ledge. My final destination.

Cars. People mull beneath me.

 

I watch them.

Everything is eerily silent.

 

Then, the screaming starts.

Just as I knew it would.

 

I look around to warn whoever it is

'Shut up!'

I'm busy.

 

There is no one.

Then I realize.
The screaming is from my head.

 

It always is.

This will stop my screaming.

I know.

 

Leaning forward.

One leg off.

 

I smile. Strangely calm.

Maybe, I am already dead.

 

Then, I see her.

In midst of the people and cars and animals.

 

She is in all white.

She is beautiful. Prettier than me.

 

I realize she looks like my mother.

My mother is dead.

 

She smiles, spreads her arms.

Come on, her voice cuts through the screaming.

 

Her voice is like a knife.

Sharp. And relieving.

 

I can hear her plain as day.

Clear as my wish.

 

Come on, she says again,

Beckoning.

 

She stares up at me.

I stare down.

Her eyes are blue. Too blue.

 

My breath starts heaving.

 

Head, spinning.

 

Heart. It's throttling.

 

She smiles! She grins!

She stares at me.

 

I can't. Breath.

 

Can't see.

 

I know I can't.

 

I am. Not brave.

 

Another day,

I promise myself.

 

I take a step back.

I am full of empty promises.

 

Author's Note

this idea of a slightly erratic, insane person jsut popped into my head. its supposed to be sort of choppy and short.

Reviews

[Phenomena]

I LOVE IT! especially how you made it into a story but it is still a poem. my favorite part is...
"Her voice is like a knife,
Sharp. and relieving"
definitely awesome! keep writing!;)