A Flexible Flyer Revelation

I said, "Don't push,"
But he pushed it with a snarl
And smug, barely audible staccato
Of exhaled breath,
A wisp of air hinting and
Hovering over me in the cold night,
As I flew over the brink,
Out of control,
Spinning into darkness,
Over a blanket of icy snow,
Scared of tumbling,
Yet comforted by distance and unshattered,
Gathering the strength
To care and face
An anxious climb against a slippery slope,
Soon to unmask his addiction
That entitled him somehow
To self-gratification,
Sullying the past
Where love and friendship once ruled,
Tainting our future,
Since I am in the way.

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