Syncope

Hanging off a ledge,

   The aching hole beneath my dangling feet

is waiting to devour me.

I try to scream, but my breath is caught

   as my fingers curl

     around slippery thoughts

     and jumbled words

and suddenly I’m falling–

   tumbling faster and faster

into the abyss

         until

       nothing.

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