Falling Poem by Anastasia Rai

The wind whips my face as I fall through the air.
It's a lot like I'm flying,
except for the butterflies I hold in my belly.
I close my eyes and the world stands still.
I can hear the whispers carried by the breeze.
And a tear drops from my eyes,
Ice cold,
and trickling down my cheek.
It's not long now
until I touch the ground.
My thoughts are swimming faster than ever.
As I think of my blood littering the snow
I shudder at the thought of the ground below.
My heart is racing from the anticipation.
My bones crack, I am yet to my damnation.