The Cycle
By Jaida Sloan
It was a game.
One I always lost.
When I got on the tightrope I closed my eyes and I said this time Ill make it cross this time love would last but as I got close to the end of the rope he cut the cord once again.
So I started over with a new one.
I found myself falling as if I had the butterfly flew away and the bees in my stomach started to sting.
They told me things I didn’t want to hear and the rope was cut again.
So I finally gave in and went into the dark were I would feel nothing and the rain feel from my eyes.
Then I heard someone saying cross my rope between and so I cross the rope and the voice kept his promises.
As I wait for the applause at the end of this mission a new cycle began.
Category: Short Story