It Stares Back

I’m not sure why
it seems more real
to stand at the edge
and look at what hell
we’re capable of:

To walk a cross-stitch
at the lip tottering,
a mis-step, a mis-spoke,
a curious pull,
a spiteful blow,
afraid to fall,
afraid to go
you stop to watch
the coals fade
below.

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