Temerity

If there was courage it seems to have fled.
Bravery is a drink best drunk by those who can hold their liquor,
not by girls with big hearts and bigger mouths.

The precipice is steep, a long fall, further than Alice's rabbit hole,
darker than a starless night.
Conjuring temerity is a lost art when facing the crypt.

She looks around, gulping the air as though it were water,
clutching the edge as though it were a hand to help her.
It doesn't pull her up and her fingers slip, dropping her down.