Poem #364

wind whipping
noise like water
waves in her ears
loose bits of hair
in front of her eyes
in the corners of her mouth
high up
she’s exhilarated
not a death wish
she’s alive now

One thought on “Poem #364

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.