Hairy Eggs

Poking shoving

towards the cliff face

Tension

I’m pleading

I’m sorry

anything but that,

not again

He knows

what he’s doing but he can’t stop

I’m crying,

Hysterical, I can hardly see, breathe

And with one last push,

I go over the cliff.

Terror, chaos

then

silence

I accept my fate

too late now

just numb

falling

But as my body is about to

shatter

onto the rocks

He rushes down and catches me

My hero

He comforts and consoles me

cuddles and kisses me

and we hold hands and walk

slowly up the mountain again

but

when we arrive at the top

his eyes, his voice changes.

The fear

rises in my throat

and he nudges me gently

towards the precipice…