Over the Edge

Over the Edge

Fear grips her heart in a vice
Chills run down her spine
Terror consumes despite advice
Clock strikes nine.

Is she ready?
Does she leave?
Can she douse the heady?
Will she let out a heave?

Soul screams out
Her arms splay wide
She falls out
Lost into the tide.

Should it devour?
Rush away in the flow?
Let it go this hour?
Scorched in the glow?

Filled with doubt
Her mind races on
Wishing for a drought
She knows it��s foregone.