and i stood, chest heaving

up

and

down,

in socks and clothes meant

for summer.

and the wind, it roared around me

threatening to topple me

over.

and, i stared down the

cliff, stares at the bottom

and i wondered.

wondered what i’d look like

down there.

pale and cold, ****** and broken.

i wondered if i’d jump and

my mind would stay here,

toes buried in the sand

as my body fell, tumbled and

bounced.

i wondered if i’d see the blood,

watch it pool out around me,

feeling calmer than i ever had

and then,

i stepped back from the cliff edge,

perhaps another day.