teeter

i think,

when the bridges collapse.

succumbing to the pressure,

will be a beautiful thing.

to be retaken,

by the pit beneath.

a selfish temptation,

might just be worthwhile.

i encircle the rim,

leaving markings as i go.

the edge of everything,

to glance a peek below.

a desire path,

my feet have burrowed.

again, ive stepped here before,

unsure of which way to go.