I Am On Edge

As we stand on the precipice of a new month on DD, Camilla Gordon's poem about a girl on the edge kicks off NERVE.

by Camilla Gordon

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I am on edge,

The edge of my seat,
The edge of a precipice waiting to fall over the edge

You will never know what you do to me.
How you drive me to distraction.

They will never understand the consequences of their actions.
A small cross and worlds changed forever.

Every look or glance, do they know, are they too?
Can I tell, should I tell, will they tell?

Tomorrow. Everything will be better tomorrow.
I can breath again tomorrow.


Camilla Gordon