Sapphic Figments

by Botched Lobotomy

39.

Love shakes my breast.
As the wind in the mountains,
I am battered,
I am not overwhelmed.
Down below, the rocks, the sea,
and glittering below the surface, a window
open to eternity—

I leap.

Comments

[Bicyclette]

do i dare hope? and augh. this doubles too well as a metaphor for suicide. no matter the outcome, that is how it would appear. and given that is one of the stories of how she died... just wow.