Niagara Falls

I see the water rushing.

It beats and slaps and abuses the rocks.

I'm on the edge.

Of the boat, and of my desicions.

If I jumped, I'd feel water.

Then rocks.

Then the burn of no oxygen.

Should I do it?

Feeling Niagara splash against my leg, I step closer.

Why taint her beauty with my dead body?

On step closer. One more. One more.

Hands on my back, forcing me into Niagara.

I needed it anyways.