the valley lies below

Eyes closed, hurtling downwards, blades of grass crumpled. Never saw it coming. One day, it became too much to swallow. A hiss emanated from a corner and then, he was never the same again. The realization too deep, too coarse to soothe.

Hurtling downwards, feet skidding off pebbles, unable to hold on- the mezzanine before the final thud.