Falling

Caterpillars crawled beneath my skin

as instinct quietly whispered, no.

My conscience warned me as usual

but I only heard the sound of ruthless courage

and the beat of a prideful drum.

I leaped to find my parachute torn

and my throat,

dry and salty.

The earth is far below and I am falling.

Photo credit: another.point.in.time / Foter / CC BY-NC-SA

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