That was a rough edge,
sharp but slick,
inviting me to cut up and open
so inviting,
to let things run out.
cleansing?
emptying?
We will never know because there's no trace now.
Just something hollow, an echo
dragged across the streets of my mind;
you pulling me there without touching.
Was the sound of your smile I think
luring me,
essentializing my peril till it seemed like the only choice,
my sacrifice to you.
No one understands the jumps I made,
no one but the edge;
but that's our secret now.