I’m hanging off the edge of the world
and all those around me are screaming
and yelling
and stepping on my fingers
and I’m not sure if it matters
whether their feet are falling where they may on purpose
or if they’re just blind to the weakening grasp
of my digits below them
no one can hear me cry out
as they whoop and cheer
and set fire to the world
and I’m not sure how long I can hang on
panic sets in as I twist and stretch
every muscle in my body struggling to climb
back up to solid ground
but there’s no room for me there anymore
amongst the crowd that has gathered
to celebrate the end of everything
as if it were some bright new beginning
the fire grows higher
the gloom grows thicker
and I might as well just
let go