Addiction

-Allison Kirk

You stand on the edge,

And hold tight to the rail,

a glance at the gloom,

A world you knew,

A whisper of a fog

Wraps around the trees,

There’s a soft breeze,

You ask me

If you took a tumble,

Would you fly,

Free from your

conscious mind,

Into the air,

You curl your feet

Around the edge

And jump,

The cold air

rushes through

Your veins,

And blurs your mind,

you crash through

the trees,

And land hard,

You lay and stare,

At the hazy,

Of white and blue,

You stumble to your feet,

And say it’s just one night,

But you do it again.