by Allison R.
With my feet dangling
over the edge
of the cliff,
I feel the wind pushing
and pulling at my strands
of blonde hair.
My loose tank top
blows in the wind,
rippling like water
in the lake.
The breeze is cool
on my face,
but it tugs at me,
threatening to push me off the edge.
The roar of the wind
echoes in my ears
as the wind twists and turns
on the cliff.
Feet dangling off the side,
red sneakers kicking
at the dust
and ancient stone
on the edge of the jagged cliff.
My hair trembles in the wind,
draping across my face
like a thin velvet curtain
across a window.
The wind’s grasp becomes stronger,
and I hear my heart beating
in my chest,
pumping blood
and providing life.
The wind pulls and pushes
on my body.
I feel a falling sensation
flutter in my feet
and my chest.
My feet slip,
the red sneakers falling
into the dense green forest below.
Rocks tremble
and crumble
as they, too, fall to the ground
in a cloud of dust
below me.
My stomach churns
with butterflies
as the rocks beneath
my thighs
crumble.
The rocks
pull me down
and let me fall,
the wind roaring in my ears
and my heart
pumping in my chest.
I fall to the ground
and feel my heart
pound with anticipation
as the wind stops roaring.