the last of herA Poem by freelancejousterhindered only by psychological creatures and an annoying conscience with a bad attitude she watched the rocks crumble around her feet with something like bemusement and a drug-addled smile upon her translucent face. she knew, were she in a lesser state of mind that she might just be tempted to traverse the invisible bridge which lay before her bedazzled stiletto-clad feet into the great perhaps. though. upon reconsidering, she doubted that she'd been in much lesser a mental state than quite recently and she felt as if her feet wanted to slip anyway. my god, were those shoes expensive. © 2012 freelancejousterFeatured Review
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