75. The Fall
The Fall
I felt myself falling,
and the ground beneath me
was nowhere to be found.
My arms and legs flailed
as I braced myself to
meet the ground
whipping through the air
as my lungs let out a scream
so loud, so long.
But still
I did not meet
the ground.
And then
I realized
something terrifying.
Within the fall,
I had somehow lost
Styx’s hand.
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