I throw a rock onto the flaring surface.
As the last bit of mineral disintegrates into nothing.
Testing the waters, I suppose
So I stand, looking out at the twinkling lights of the black nothing.
The glistening rings in the distance,
The thick rocky belt floating through the abyss.
I sense the tranquility.
No screech of sirens,
No screams or sadness.
They sent me up here
To be their rock.
They throw me out,
Will I sizzle?
Will I crackle,
Sputtering as the last bit of me disintegrates into nothing?
Testing the waters I suppose
I’m hanging on the edge,
Fingers slipping as you tell me it’ll be alright.
Heat overwhelms me
As my legs are closer and closer to touching the flaming surface.
Should I do it?
Should I let go?
No more playing it safe.
I don’t want to crash and burn,
But I am done testing the waters.
And I jump.