25. Heights

The bells are louder up here,

And deeper, somehow

I feel the tones deep in my chest

And it hurts

The pain throbs deep,

And I choke,

And the wind is so cold,

And so biting and fast.

And my hair whips my face,

And I look down…

Oh, God…

I am afraid of heights, I remember

So afraid…

The End

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