Icarus.

Today, we find Sel, standing on the edge of a cliff;

Wind twisting through her hair and betwixt her fingers.
She contemplates a leap,
automatically blanches at the idea of suicide,
then considers the thought..
still finding the motion an inapt way to fix her problems she looks down the rock face.

flight.

now that seems a much more appealing escape.
Glancing at the brilliantly shining moon, she starts contemplating,

devising,

calculating.

a murder of crows screams by.

looking down at her hands she smiles. Her fingers are stained, regretful.. hands blotted with black. A crime of passion.

She turns..walks.