A Bit of Edge


She sipped from a tattered wine glass
The edges cracked with regret
The glass smokey from indecision
The base fragile from temptation
She adorned a worn silk dress
Ripped on the edge from too many falls
Smooth from the desires fulfilled
A little too short from the times spent around the hamster wheel
She strapped on shiny new heels
New to the touch and adventures not taken
Reflecting new possibilities to come
With a bit of edge, because her past is still with her

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