Falling off the edge
It happens in slow
motion and hit the bottom with grace
Assessing the damage where
battle scars are minimal
It could have been much worse
Lost a piece of me making me feel naked
It’s painfully
obvious and I’m still a beautiful shade of red
Falling off the edge,
but living to tell the tale.
Who knew I could get so deep about a red chipped bowl? Thanks, Writing Prompts. And on that note, I'm off to write for the evening and do homework.
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