Tightrope 8-17-21

Rope cuts into my bare feet Wary as I tread the line The end stretches farther than I can see My eyes veer down Expecting to find the ground miles beneath me But all I see are sheets The boulders below are just a pillow cradling my neck The humid air wrapping itself around my body, whipping as I try to keep myself stable, is a blanket that swaddles my aching bones Panic sets into the bones I fear that I will fall Yet there is nothing to fall into I could dive in but never crash The impact comes in shaking shoulders Splitting head with no blood to show for it Forehead against the bedrock All I feel is agony as I nestle in and fall asleep