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The trapeze rope hung between them, their hands holding on tightly.
Once again, she would allow it to carry her high above
while down below, he pulled against it with all his weight.
The dog meanwhile, sat patiently, watching and waiting. Loving her.
She looked at him but said not a word, sweat building on her brow.
In the stalls, the excited crowd were silent, hushed in anticipation.
The familiar touch of the rope, coarse against her fingertips.
She knew what she had to do, only this time she would do it alone.
He mouthed the words, the same he had whispered many times,
as she lay with him, encased in his arms, her cheek brushing his.
But now, as he stared into her eyes, he knew without a doubt,
when she returned back down again, she would no longer be his.
She ascended up into the circus tent, where the lights shone brightly.
He watched intently as her green tights disappeared from view.
Far from his reach, only now did he realise, just how much he hurt her.
Tears did fall, first a few and then many. The rope slipping away.
Her fall was swift, though she tried her best to hold on, her cry filled the air.
A few in the crowd screamed out in horror, others covered their eyes.
He tried in vain to grab onto the rope, to save her from the ground.
Loving her. Only the dog knew, just how many hearts broke that day.
© the dishonest woman
