My Slipper

The waves crash against the colossal rock wall. My toes curl over the edge of the cliff, looking over the angry sea. The wind plays with my hair, braiding it with its invisible hands. Stroking my cheek, so softly and carefully. Like the fragile soul that I am. A gentle push and I'm plummeting downward toward the bluish green sea. The wind grasps my hand as I am dangling over the edge, my slipper slips off and is taken over by the waves. It couldn't hold me that long and i am falling again. Falling down the wind looks at me with its outstretched hand, sadness in its eyes. Tears fall up, the water breaks my fall. My back breaks, salty water fills my lungs.