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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