“Don’t come any closer” I warned him.
He stepped towards me
“Not another step” I cautioned.
Edged even closer
“I’m serious” I pleaded halfheartedly.
He took me in his arms
“Don’t touch me” I wriggled in his grasp.
He looked down at me with gleaming eyes
and softly kissed my lips.
I stepped back
and off the cliff
falling fast and away from his confused face.
I’m not afraid to be free.
*Trigger note: this is not glorifying or sanitizing suicide. This is a completely metaphorical snapshot of an emotional withdrawal from a situation.