Living on the Edge



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.





I’m darkness and light,¬†shadow and shine,

courage and fear, idol and shrine;

balancing act of harshness and grace,

seeking to glow in Cimmerian space.