my toes grip the edge as i peer down down into the blue hole of gloom my heart becomes a motorcycle running on the adrenaline of summer adventure wind scrapes my cheek as my knees shake weakly the dark swirls call me chanting jump pulling me with a rope i drop Juliet Del Fabbro, 11Richmond, VA Abigail Craven, 13Harland, WI
By Juliet Del Fabbro, Art by Abigail Craven