Everyday…I walk a tightrope
Thin, taut…the fibers burning into my feet
Caustic coals, crimson eyed, Hades fried
Gleefully await a…slip
Banshees’ wail from below, above, within
A few more steps, that’s all I need
Tender voice, loving voice urges me forward
You can do it, you can do it, you…must…do it
Faces swirl in my tormented brain
If I go down…I let them down
If I go down…I let them down
If I go…STOP!...I’ll try, I’ll make it
If only the burning, If only the wailing
Three more steps, then two…I leap!
I made it!...I collapse…exhausted
Falling, falling into a blessed slumber
Where I effortlessly glide across
Carpets of Cashmere
Punctuated by a cacophony of silence
Whilst Banshees and Caustic coals
Await, red eyed and shrill voiced
Cheering, leering, tomorrow’s performance
On the tightrope
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