The fronts of my sneakers hanging over the railing
I close my eyes and balance on my heels
My hair and jacket thrown back by the wind
As if pleading for me to step back down
The water crashes beneath me menacingly
I laugh Maniacally, my eyes snap open
I look into the depths of the churning river
An audience of birds wait in the electric tension of the moment
One of them dives from a branch tumbling towards the frothing bank
Following its lead, I dive
falling, flying, dying.

By Anon Butterfly