Perhaps a cliff

or on top of the tallest tower of New York City

I could kiss the clouds almost

There's me

But, why just me?

Alone.

There, a young 5 foot 2 woman standing

with her head looking down

The distance from the ground to her is fatal

Help is on the way

Heart pulsing faster

than John Bonham pounding the drums

of a Led Zeppelin set

The thrill rushing through my veins

as if my body was dangling from the peak-point

of an upside-down rollercoaster

Mouth dry, eyes wide

Not one ounce of saliva to comfort my tongue

or soothe my throat

My toes must wake up shortly

Before they leap

to soon land on the killer, cold concrete

"It's a dream I have a few times a week"

My fingertips clench onto the borders of my bedsheets

to save myself

from falling...