The Fall

fallingman

Solitary moments before,
Dancing on the edge
A zoetrope of memories
Whirring to inertia

Then the fall,
Whooosh of air,
Surprisingly warm –
Already dazed

Floppy rag-doll
Hurtling in mirror-glass,
Face lost in pixels,
Boom! Surprisingly loud

As the ground
Yields up resistance,
Surprisingly fast –
Already dead

The quick prick and rip of skin,
Lungs heave out,
Blood finds cracks to
Root the moment in time

Replaying,
Solitary moments before,
Dancing on the edge
A zoetrope of memories
Whirring to inertia

Patrik Gryst (nom de plume)

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