They just kept walking.
“Please stop!” She cried, “You’re going to fall!”
But they weren’t listening.
The strangers with still faces continued on until one by one they fell.
Then a face she knew. The one she knew the best.
She followed quickly.
Then the familiar one was on the edge.
“Mommy.. NOOOOOOOO !!” She screeched with agony.
But it was already to late.
The sad woman jumped gracefully off the end and was gone.
She dropped to her knees on the cold dark surface.
She felt as if her heart was being carved from her chest.
The line of blank people passed through her, heading forever onward towards their final destination.
But she could not follow.
She could not end her misery.
Could not end it.
End it with the exact thing that had caused it.
She cried.
She cried into her soaken pillow as she opened her dreary eyes..
From a dream of metaphoric past.