The Cliff

Trembling.

My guts tied in a perfect not.

Keeping me grounded.

I am going to jump of the cliff.

Go, Jump, Do it, Don’t think about it

Go, Jump Adolf.

I yell and shout from the top of my lungs.

Along the journey I am reminded of

all the time I sat on the left side of the couch with my friend.

Go, go to university.

Go, go talk to her.

If you want to do go do it.

Go jump off the cliff.

Because I can't do it.

You see, I can't swim.

Toes hanging in the air,

Feet planted on this piece of rock.

I look down. I am going to die.

Gripping anxiety rushes through me and hugs me tighter than mom.

I want to take a moment to check how much my hands are shaking. I am not going to miss this.

Adolf took turns giving his cells a chance to see the view.

Up and down, back and forth.

Just when he thought he had seen enough, he takes one more trip forth only to make sure and take a the trip back again.

We watched and waited.

We were determined not to leave him there but to get him here, where we stood  looking up at him.

"Go, jump, jump!" I shouted louder.

So desperately wanting to stand    here.

The shaking turned to a vibrating to the pit of my stomach.

Then I lost sight of my senses.

All that was left was me and my mind.

'stop it.' I told her.

'Don’t think about it.' I said.

'Go, jump, JUMP!' I jumped.

I don’t recall flying, but floating in

It felt safe, tight and perfect in the longest 1…2…3...seconds.

 I was waiting for friends to come get me.

They were waiting for me to swim up

But you see...the thing is I can't swim and its hard to kick when your thighs are on fire.