The danger lies beneath, they say. Is that why I'm standing here? Staring down from above, into the valley of the unknown, my heart is pounding; yet my body is still. The voices in the wind whisper to jump, but the blood in my veins are holding out for a savior.
YOU ARE READING
Collection of My Mini Works
PuisiJust "short" stories / poems / random small works 2014 © All Rights Reserved Jessy Vazquez (Bendots)
