Over The Brige Poem by Stephanie Souter
Over The Brige
A cracked TV screen
But the picture still clean
Draped in black
She swore never to go back
Infected fingernails
slide across beaten rails
She swallows the cold air
Knowing there is pleanty to share
Sky drips ice
Killing all nice
Ending the show
she lets herself go
Dangle above a moutain top
Shortly before your heart dose drop
The wind on her face
Inpact ripping the lace
Slip along with the swift river
One degree colder a shiver
Blood mixed with water
Kills her unborn daughter
She knows she is free
Out for nobody to see
Done with it all
She hopes you had a ball........
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4/24/2024 5:40:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Once again nice analogy used along with a fine structure to ponder on...the feel of this poem is really good...you had carried that fell until the end...Great work