I stand at the edge of a bridge

clutching my fist at my chest.

My knuckles are white,

my fingers aching

from holding on so tightly

for so long.

I can feel myself melt inside

as I’ve already been emptied

of all the tears I could shed.

Nothing left to purge.

I drop to my knees,

using the last of my strength

to keep myself from falling on my face.

I tremble violently

as I slowly pull my hand away from my chest

and painfully open my hand

to reveal a dying flame of hope.

It flickers;

I struggle to breathe;

Nothing left inside to feed it.

I am empty.

I gather the last of my weak spirit

into my lungs

and with my exhale, blow it out

as I fall forward

into the depths of darkness.

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