She stands on the edge, looking down into an oozing ocean,
waiting for 6.5 billion people to plummet and drown
with their eyes and throats open until the edges tear
and they bleed with the penguin searching with
broken wings and a snapped beak.
I scream with shattered teeth and broken limbs
before I can waddle and limp off the cliff and
reside with the happy deaths you taunted before.