Bitter

 I clutch onto the edge 

I can’t let myself fall

In the bubbling rage

Below my steady calm.

A sweet bitterness forms

It trembles in my bones

My hands grow weak

Fingers slip through some stones.

A cold, salty, droplet

twists past the creases

of my wrinkled forehead

As it settles around my eyes.

I tighten my grip

Sharp edges pierce my skin

The crimson red crawling

down to my arm, now dangling.

Hold on tight

I can’t let myself burn

But my hand slips down

And my stomach churns.

My eyes tightly shut

My weight pulls me down

I let go of it all

And give in to the free fall.