precipice - Kaylin Barnes

licking my lips and wiping 

the sweat from my brow 

i think 

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this is death I can welcome 

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to be embraced 

to be consumed 

to be smothered by salty honey

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I teeter at the edge 

toes curled over the contours 

of once muscular walls 

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long since chipped away by 

unkind hands and 

false hope

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eyes gripped shut...I concede