Plunge

The sky was opening. Terrible, dark clouds blocking out the sun. The storm built around me, the calamity prodding me into a serene lull. My mouth pulled deeply at the chilling air. Eyes closed, face turned up towards the sickening haze of impending destruction. And I could feel the cliff ledge release me. My eyes opened to take in the tempest building to encompass my last moments. And my mind relinquished my voice. My throat burned as the air exited me in a screeching squall of sound. And as the wind played across my skin, I ran. Heavy footfalls aiming for the precipice of sky and earth. One last drag of oxygen before my feet abandoned the ground entirely.

Lungs ruptured as too much air passed through me, and all I could see was the green foam resting atop the crashing, steel waves below. Tumultuous waters ready to engulf my frame. My body, a comet, aimed at the heart of the maelstrom, begging it to eat me whole. And I pelted like hailstorm into the eddies. And the midnight undertow dragged me under to rest in tranquility. And I sunk in a hush. I sunk in unison with the beauty and the bedlam. And all was placid and dark.