Challenge
Make a wish
Just make a wish. Describe it in a poem, story, prose, or whatever.
Drop
On the rim,
Of red rock canyons.
Above a stomach curdling drop,
Into a bed of sharp rock.
Below the bright blue,
Sun stamped sky.
These colors will be
The last I see.
My wish will be granted.
I can already feel,
The snap of my knees.
I can already hear,
The wet crack of my skull.
I already see my blood,
Painting red on red.
Feel to the cool shade of death,
Replace the hot dread of life.
My wish will be granted.
But I don’t understand,
Why my knees wobble,
As I shuffle closer.
Why my brain hums,
As the end creeps closer.
My breath draws ragged.
Dragging my eyes back,
Up to the sky,
The sun on my cheeks.
I blindly,
Step forward.
My wish was to fly.
But my wish was not granted.
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