ONE LAST CRIME

 Resting at the edge of her mind,

She begins to crave,

She looks ahead into the void,

gasping for hope,

she prays,

she rains away.

 

Her feet submerged in blood,

she looks away, one last time,

“What have I committed?”, she asks, “What Crime?”

She falters, ahead of the scarlet river,

leaning towards the nothingness,

from her nice little fortress.

 

She’s used to these familiar tremors,                                                                                                                                                             

but why did she look away?                                                                                                                                                               

Why didn’t she just jump into the fray?                                                                                                                                                 

Why wait?                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Why be someone else’s bait?             

                                                                                                                                                      

She sharply glances at her leash,

one last time,

she thinks, “One last crime….”

And leaps into the nothingness,

Like she’s got nothing to lose.

 

But nothing happens, she keeps falling,

But, this time, she accepts,

and she lets go.

That’s right when she felt it,

a friendly embrace.

 

A least-expected encounter,

she flounders,

Her frail ashes rest right there in those hands,

one tiny flicker,

a rising flame,

she marks the beginning of a new game.