This is what full barrels
locked and stocked
Body dangling half-assed
over a highroad, wondering
if there will really be
a sudden stop down below.
What if it just keeps going?
What if the fall feels exquisite?
Do we dare not tempt to feel it?
Collateral damage and pleasure of skin
cloud the courage of decision.
Words that give tingles.
Discussions that make the body melt
into a pile of quivering liquid rubbish.
Conversations boiling unrestrained,
steaming essences of souls that squirm
and rise through human flesh,
screaming about connection.
A mental cusp longing to be clung to.
Tip it over and let the words fall out.
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.