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

 

Underwater

Undercover from everyone

Peace

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

Well not today

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