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by fingertips
by Maria Francescahangng on
by fingertips
straining
with every muscle in my hand,
every molecule in my body
aching
agonizing
with the effort
to pull off the pretense:
this is all just part of the act-
had you going, there, right? -
(smug grin and cocky wink)
until I finally give in
and let go
and as I fall
my first thought is this:
how can I manage this landing
so that no one can tell
that I failed?
I mean, yeah,
hitting the ground is gonna hurt like holy hell
but if no one knows it
I can handle it, right?
and my second thought is this:
my fingertips don't hurt
anymore. 01/17/2008 Posted on 01/18/2008
Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/18/08 at 02:38 PM Just land like a cat always does, on all four paws, lightly, looking as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Nicely done!! Just don't blush after you wake up! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/18/08 at 06:25 PM I love the title and the whole idea of hanging there and finally letting go. The thought process is nicely done, and clever ending. |
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