The Edge

I take a step towards the edge, and slip
Hanging by a few fingers, too afraid to look down.
I should be afraid. Why can’t I feel anything?
Water and rocks crash at my feet
Maybe I’d be okay, I think
Maybe I won’t, the small voice says
My knuckles turn white, and I grit my teeth in agonizing effort
So clear, so cool, so ironic.
The clean cut version of suicide
My heart beats faster, it gets harder to breathe
This could so easily be the end
I could pull myself up, but why waste the effort?
I let go
Simply for the thrill of the fall.
Funny how I never felt the crash

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