Niagra Falls Jumper Explains | Karla Huston.

I wasn’t trying to kill myself,
not really.

It was just there:

the water and the falling
music of it.

I was in need

of that sort of rush,
a sort of deathsong baptism
like the day I drove across
a bridge and had this urge
to accelerate and aim
for the side, dive over
the abutment and rush past
every temptation.

I just closed my eyes and mouth
and let the water hold me,
the cold cocoon of it
tumbling and throwing me
against everything
that had ever gone wrong.


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