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City of the Fallen

May 25, 2018
By ReneBlaire GOLD, Sussex, Wisconsin
ReneBlaire GOLD, Sussex, Wisconsin
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Am I ready?
The gravel crunches below my feet as I charged across the roof.
The wind whips through my hair as I dart to the edge.
How can I be sure?
The gaping space between the two buildings widen as I near it.
The crevice calling my name as my feet near the edge.
Why am I afraid?
The gap grows dark as I come closer.
The vines creep up the wall as if to root me to the ground.
Who owns the air?
The gap disappears as I leap over it.
The gravel hisses as I slide across the next roof
Yes, I am.
I made it.
I’m not afraid.
I own it.



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