A free fall through the crisp, warm air,
the result of a traumatic dare.
Twisting, contorted, I spin through the clouds,
my eyes enclosed within a cotton shroud.
A cord lay loose beside my arm,
my mind refocused on some alarm.
I pull defiantly, my hands in knots,
I wonder then if I’m casting lots.
What will happen when I pull this ring?
What fate will the future bring?
Should I pull this cord and no chute appear,
would I be liable to disappear?