I teeter on the edge. Below, white capped waves crash like thunder on
jagged black rocks. The sky is sleet, the sea is steel. The wind howls and I
begin to fall towards the deadly foam below.
Then all at once, your arms are around my waist, you pull me into yourself,
hold me against your warm beating heart. I whisper a hundred thank you's, a
million I love you's, I tell you I can't swim. You remain silent and constant
for a minute, absorbing my tears with the back of your hand.
Then, as I catch my breath, without warning, you caste me away from yourself,
out of your arms, over the edge.
The fall is long, longer than I would have thought. The wind whistles in my
ears, a melody of death. The scream is frozen on my lips, my arms outstretched
for yours. There are no tears in my wide eyes as I hit the freezing waves.
My mind swirls, the water swirls, all with one word: why? I whisper, 'I can't
swim,' and my head slips below the water and the air slips from my lungs.
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