Masked
concealed
there won’t be a note
just a leap
just a hollow place
left from the off-ramp
up near those creaking
swings
at the edge of beauty
Make-believe
contrived
there won’t be a rope
just a tightening
just space being added between vertebrae
left to gasp and dangle
a suffocating sunset
at the edge of beauty
Mangled
crippled
there won’t be a reason
just a cheap knock-off
just a handicap shower
where only ornate
notions
keep the air in the
lungs
at the edge of beauty
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