She stood by the stairs knowing
all the while with this loathing
As her eyes were directed upward
Her heart told her
keep moving forward
Execute the deceitful deed
How could she give a
convincing mislead?
Her choices were few
her mind was a skew
Guilt over pain?
Loss over gain?
Who’s life to ruin?
Would the truth
ever be
As she reached
the top
of the climb,
she made her
decision in time
She would distort
the odds in her favor.
She left with
no regret,
but the
victory had
no savor

About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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