She is standing on the edge looking down at twisted flesh hanging on mangled bones. The concrete path’s stains are growing larger red puddle congeals to a sticky mess. People stop and stare hands over their mouths fingers fumble at buttons seeking help. Windows to their souls drip without purpose all of them asking the same question, “why”? Her feeling of detachment compels her to look up at the night sun in wonder. Feet and legs that once supported her weight no longer needed as she drifts away. Surrounded in white she hears an owlish voice flashes of regret and guilt seduces her. Vivid light starts to fade and she trembles surroundings become shaded fears come true. Terror produced tears which quickly boil other’s screams soon are muffled by her own. Flames melt skin evaporating her blood bones blacken crumbling into a powder. Reality becomes newly focused once again she feels weight on feet and legs. The light in the sky dims to soft moonlight she steps from the edge to face a new day. J.C.