Fun… by Brittney Bullock


"At the Edge" by Bryce Herrington
“At the Edge” by Bryce Herrington

It was for the fun of it,

or so I thought.

I’d do it for the fun of it,

for the great surprise

and greater purpose of living on an edge-

the edge.

I guess I’d forgotten it’d already been defined,

before in some past time,

and re-defined again;

a proper name to call the truth-

and already properly lived on,

already crossed.

My balancing act was nothing new.

I was too late,

too late to look upon the end and know it’s face.

But it was the longing that kept me coming,

a longing too strong for the petty qualms of reason,

too frail to fight the occasional surge of will and self-preservation.

I grew old into childhood again,

I’d trade myself for fun.

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