I’m on the edge, free-falling, the wind around me, through me.
I can’t breathe despite the air rushing past.
Sometimes the sky is blue.
Other times it’s black as the ace of spades.
In the daylight, I see land rushing to break me.
At night, the buildings with their lit widows drag me close.
So close I feel the hardness of the walls.
I clutch at open space, frantic to find something to grasp.
There is nothing.
My hands, and brain, are numb.
Fumbling, I pull the cord.
I am flung upward toward – what?
For now, I am safe.
But the time is coming.
I have to face this.
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