Drop of Doom

                               Drop of Doom
I'm thinking to myself

each step could be my last.

The higher I go,

the more work it is to breath.

My lungs, bursting, painful, agonizing.

I finally reach the top.

 

I take one last deep breath

before I walk any closer.

"Next!" Shouted the attendant.

Walking up to her with sweaty palms

and jittery knees, I near the edge.

I nervously peak my head over

the railing, squinting just to see

the ant-shaped people looking

back at me with anticipation.

 

Slowly, I lower myself

into a sitting position.

I feel the cool water splash my legs

which makes my heart pound so

loud I swear everyone can hear.

I lean back and scoot forward a little

only to see the discolored roof above me.

One last push and I close my eyes.

 

I am a bullet,

heading straight towards the depths

that lie beneath me.

Like a strike of lightening

I hit the clear blue water.

Quickly I surface with two kicks

of my trembling legs.

 

I swim stunned towards

the exit of the pool.

I hop out of the water,

smiling as though nothing

had ever happened.