Bridge

She dangles precariously
from the bridge
her fingers
which grip the icy metal bar
growing numb
the only thing separating her
from the rocky depths of the water below
is her subsiding will to survive
she’s not sure how much longer
she can fight and hang on
when all she loves
already drowned
in the murky darkness
that waits to swallow her whole
she tries to think of warmer days
brighter and filled with love
days she could breathe deeply
and laugh loudly
and feel alive
but she knows she is slipping
feels it with every blink of her eye
and knows she is about to be washed
away.