Push

You push with palms flat to my skin,

and it stings.

 

You push till my heels meet an edge,

and I think to step on air.

 

You push with the cruelness

of a lightning strike.

 

But, in that final second, I step aside.

 

And it is you who descends into the chasm,

dumbfounded, and scratching the air at my feet.

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