high, high up

High, high up. Stairs and ladders above a Yucatán piramid. A shacky ascent toward a falling descent. How to fall? Hands out in a dive? Head tucked in as a ball? I knew I would fall. That is why I had come. I knew peole would watch, opine. Some would shake their head in disgust. Others would even laugh. Ridiculous. They would say, she is ridiculous. But I had to do what I had come to do. To turn back, walk down, and please the other, was suicide.