On The Edge

Pulse raced.

Chill on my spine,

perspiration attempting to cool me down.

Heart supersonic,

working hard -

fight or flight,

on my mind.

Breathe, I could whisper,

ounce of strength left.

Breathe I couldn't,

running out of oxygen.

Helpless — yet many options on my mind.

Body stable, yet I yearn to run.

Confused and afraid,

looking for an escape.

Escape I couldn't,

running out of oxygen.

Legs weak, arms heavy.

I let it take me wherever it wants me.

Then it hits — euphoria or relief?

Doesn't matter, as long as it ends in nothing.