Tight Rope

Written by Kseniya Davydova

For years, she tiptoed along a tight rope

towards truth. Way up there, up above alternatives,

vastly unalike and neither right. She slowly, sensibly tried to

keep her steadiness. At times she slipped, but stealthily seized onto

the rope with her toes. She would not fall down, fall for it, fall in love.

She fell away. Way up there, up above two alternatives. Yet as she

walked, the tightrope which her toes touched clutched her,

then slowly, sensibly slipped around her neck.

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