I ignore the strings
Pulling me like a
Fish hooked on a
line
Toward a walking
bridge
Passing over 18th.
Watching,
Waiting for the
right time
The right vehicle to
cross below
Slash the ropes
Tangled through my
mind,
Moving my limbs,
No longer suspended,
I fall to a quick,
lovely demise.
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