The world wavers on

The tip of a knife; it tilts.

Pain is cutting in and

She feels like she’s falling.

Rainbows and smiles are

Urging her to fall.

To leap into the swirling

Wind of an ebon tunnel.

She looks back again.

What holds her here, when

The tunnel is so

Appealing and near.

As she waves her hand, she shrugs.

The girl falls; the knife tips and the angels reach out to catch her.

Farewell.