Final MomentsA Poem by Samantha TamburelloThe indistinct chatter is what had her, here she clings to the edge of the ladder. Count to 10, release her grip with a nervous bite to the bottom lip. 100 feet below, Manhattan, honk honk, flash flash, chatter chatter chatter. Slippery palms, quick nervous thoughts, her mother's visage pops into her brain. Face plain, no effect, life has shattered her, nothing left. Spectacles slipping off the nose, clenching toes, a moment of silence before an eternity of tranquility. But just how tranquil is tranquility when it clings to the remaining humanity. Haunting the nightmares of the living, "what could I have done?" "What had my child undergone?" as they bury their only child into the ground. Not a sound. A tear escapes her cheek, plummets 100 feet. Goodbye cruel world, miss me if you care. She releases the bars and cascades through the air. © 2018 Samantha TamburelloReviews
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