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What Do You Do For The Man Willfully Walking Off a Cliff?

By McKenna Dugdale


shout the warnings he’s chanting in his head like a prayer?

throw your body in front to be bulldozed by self destruction?

stand by as we stare in the face of stubbornness and inaction?

inspect the cliff for bluff failures?


savior, saint, sinner

martyr, man, or madness

love, lust or lucidity

negligent, neanderthal, or naiveté


do the tides love the shore?

do the waves batter the bluff in an act of love or hatred?

does the sea whisk the sand away in an attempt at assimilation?

or destruction?

is the water reunifying or dismantling?


By McKenna Dugdale


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