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...