I dance around the hole.
Its depths as black as the nights sky.
The edges buckle and I fall in.
As the ground flies up to meet me,
my stomach twists and my heart falls.
The edges of the hole are calling back to me.
They warned me of the pain that would come to me.
I shouldn't have danced on the chance of pain.
The ground calls out in a mocking way.
As I am about to meet my maker,
I slice into the ice water.
The chance to start new now
in my mind as my breath comes
back to me.
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