October 11, 2017
By nic.o.le BRONZE, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
nic.o.le BRONZE, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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I take a glimpse around, standing on the edge
And notice all the skeletons looking in.
Rather, looking down, staring at their reflection
Loathing the image which faces them.
Yet they stand unmoving,
Only a few courageous souls dipping in their toes.
Forever they remain discontent
As a shell of a person they could perhaps become,
If only they weren’t too scared to make that jump.
I gaze at my own emaciated appearance
Knowing I share the same fate as the rest.
I close my eyes and inch towards the abyss.
The only noise that echoes through the air
Is the splash that follows after me along with gasps of disbelief.

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