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The Fragile Seconds
2 min readMar 23, 2020
What if we’re not
all meant to be
or not to be
Ophelias or Juliets.
Our beauty strewn
between the thorns
of haphazard roses
and deliberate water lilies
floating in vain.
What if, just what if
we were meant to live
in the fragile seconds
before climax.
When the want
has reached its peak
and there is no fall.
No knife to be plunged.
No one to let down.
No necks to be strung.
What if the lines weren’t
read. Families never knew
truths they couldn’t handle.
There was no messenger
spying forbidden lovers.
No juices plastered
against walls of lust
and hate doesn’t exist
where blood flows
and guts hang.
Where cruelty is balanced
by passion and grace.
The judges, gone.
