Fear, prickles up and down my body.
My hands turn to fists as my stomach contorts.
A nervous tick in my thigh, repetitive and real.
Its fair to say I'm having second thoughts.
My toes curl round the edge of this never ending cliff.
Shaking and shocked, I peer into the rift.
My mind turns to liquid as my body becomes stiff.
I can't do that. I can't. You can't make me.
A push. Warm, gentle hands on my marble back.
I feel myself fall. And fall. And fall.
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PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
