high dive

At the end
of the platform
you hesitated
like a pig
in a slaughterhouse

Down below
all eyes up;
you in opposition.

you focused on
a bald spectator below
coughing in the stands

The wart on your big toe
would surely
slow you down

this was higher
than anticipated

You feared
bleeding
in the water
or in the air
so there was no where else to go
but to remain
on the platform
or to descend
further
and hope your cold heart
didn't expel
from your body
upon impact