risk

standing on the edge of a cliff
one step away from chance
high above it all

what if I jumped?
the power of a free fall
the rush of loss of control

will I be caught
by pillows of smooth skin
and gentle whispers

or will I crash to concrete
and be left lying with broken limbs
unable to lift my head to the sky

peering over the ledge
in the space of a decision
not yet in full fruition

fuck it,
I’m jumping.

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