The Last Sunset

[Broad_For_Hire]

The tightest grip
Clinging, gravity forbiding
my quick descent.
Unwilling to reveal
my muscles, blushing.
So that I may carry myself
on as a tired girl,
And mask my strength.

Tiny eruptions,
My tendons don't snap.
They are as stretched as my will
to hang on the edge.
Awaiting a grip,
stonger than my
fake straining fists-
To let me rise
onto the earth,
and out of the sky.

[sylvanlightning]

The tightest grip
Clinging, gravity forbiding
my quick descent.
Unwilling to reveal
my muscles, blushing.
Tiny eruptions,
My tendons don't snap.
They are as stretched as my will
to hang on the edge.
To let me rise
onto the earth,
and out of the sky.

powerful emerging imagery is what i see here.