Sofia Darling - My Favourite Game

Breathing through a tight chest
I stand at attention to the rough, tormented ocean.
The jagged edge of the cliff
My arms arise in slow motion.
Freezing and bittter
The wind rushes in my hair, violently shivers in waves.
I glare into the depths awaiting me
A cold and nasty grey maze.
A spiteful rain begins to fall
A thousand silver, needles are dropping.
I ready myself like a warrior
Once I taste the plummet there's no stopping.
I leap from my toes
Arching myself, feeling the pain.
Sensation so powerful and strong
Falling into my favourite game.

Sofia Darling

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