The Ledge

 The Ledge

Wind

Pushed Air

By The Trains In The Tunnel

Her Hair Blows

Thoughts Are Still

There's Agony Within

Looking Up There Are No Stars

A Tall Building Is Not Needed

There Is Electricity Below

700 Volts

Will Do The Trick

The Yellow Ledge Now Seems Higher

Does Anyone See Her

Does Anyone Care

A Quick Glance Up

Our Eyes Briefly Lock

Telepathically

I Know What You Are Thinking

You Will Not Leave A Pretty Corpse

With A Strength Of Purpose

Maybe Just One More Day