It’s hard to live on the edge
of a razor; balancing
barbed blades with band-aids becomes
an act even daredevils
blanch at. So when they found her
hoisted on her own petard,
split too many ways (like the
fair magician’s assistant
at the headlining show) no
one wasted their energy
by exhibiting surprise.
Wow, that feels prophetic.
Hopefully not. Just feeling pulled in too many directions – writing this is a bit of an outlet after a busy week!
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New word for the day… petard. Thanks Melody! 😉
hehe Vocab 101…
I’ve really taken you in a whole new direction with this one, haven’t I? Do you have whiplash? 🙂
Hmm … maybe that’s not a good place to live:)
Indeed! Perhaps a few steps back from the cliff’s edge would be advisable? 😉
How many steps depends on how much like the edge!
I’m one of those who likes looking – from a safe distance. I’m a cautious curious… 🙂
Here’s me going off in another direction…..but this makes me think of the little snails crawling over razor sharp eggshells…that we put in our gardens to destroy them. As if….we do…destroy them!
🙂 Those are sure hard to get rid of…most pests are, somehow. All and any connections welcome, as always! Thank you…
I think I should lift my champagne glass and cheer! Faithfully Debbie 🙂