Demon
Her birthday an epic failure of massive proportions. OTW home to angst and disappointment I insist on a stop at the wharf In the darkness I walked to the end Lonely heels clack clack clacking on the timbers as a cool breeze peacefully swayed the wharf. The swell was menacing - big and fast, dark and cold. pushing the tide towards the shore I saw in the black; but couldn't make out the land. I looked down and almost without warning I wanted to jump off Would I survive? Did I care? I guess I must have. I thought of my surgery soon. Would be a waste if I didn't make it that far. OH, how naive I was that it might matter