High Dive

My toes creep backward as I will my feet forward

There is a volcano erupting in my stomach

Why are there so many eyes on me?

Would walking down the ladder save me?

Deep breath

Small jump

Gravity's turn



Undercover from everyone


I can't let anyone know what I was feeling up there

Well not today

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