Friday Fictioneers: This place is like a precipice.

It’s Friday, and the Fictioneers are back!

And this week, we come with a very hearty congratulations for Friday Fictioneers creator Madison Woods on her wedding day, which was September 22nd! :)
 
 

copyright: E.A. Wicklund

copyright: E.A. Wicklund

This place is like a precipice — proverbial, but there.

The ocean beats endlessly against the shore as though it were a pulse, as though it were the only bridge between one life and the next.

Perhaps it is, in more ways than one.

I realise now that I came here for you, that you are the other side that I came here to find. You are the undertow, my direction and my drowning.

You may just be the end.

And you are beautiful, like pink-tinged waves and a seagull’s strident cries —

You are the proof that I’m still here, alive.

 
 
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19 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: This place is like a precipice.

    • You know — a birth hadn’t even crossed my mind, but I can see where you got that from, and that’s a really interesting take on it, Doug! Thanks for your insight and your comment itself both. :D

  1. Stunning. I loved this poetic, and yes, subjunctive piece. The flow, the twists, the lines: “You are beautiful, like pink tinged waves and a seagull’s strident cries.” “You are the undertow, and my drowning.” Masterful. I love it.

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