She vows to jump.
Jump higher up,
To fall further down.
Will she die on impact?
Or sink and drown?
The ledge is thirty feet up,
From the next highest balcony
If she propels herself,
Far enough forward,
Then she won't hit it
Before she hits the busy,
Stream below
Three hundred thousand feet up,
That's how high she is.
And to jump from that far up,
It would be.