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The Fool

I’ll catch you,
he whispered.

his voice burned her ears
like the whiskey in her throat.

his fingers reached up for her
pale against the dark asphalt
of the ground below.

it’ll be fine.
don’t you trust me?

he would not wait much longer.
she sat on the wall first
before she pushed herself over its edge.

that way, she would have less distance to fall.



I want to help children find autonomy, teenagers find themselves, and adults find compassion through the written word. I hold a B.A. in Creative writing and a dream of seeing my name on a book cover one day.

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