The Last Strand

February 22, 2009
By Kim Stover BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
Kim Stover BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
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An ocean sprayed beads of sweat against the rocks below.

The wind screamed deceit into my ears as I hung from the rope.

She stood at the top, tears adding level to the ocean.

Her tiny scissors in hand, she stared at me as the rope gave a groan.

Strands unraveled with secrets and lies exchanged.

She took those childlike blades and snipped the last strand.

Falling, I placed a grin on my face, as I disappeared from her sight

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