it’s not the fall that kills you
it’s the land.
twisted, crumpled.
neck through the skull.
femurs stuffed into your stomach.
your last thought didn’t come fast enough.
regret – too late to slow you down
pause time, apologize.
because the blood bubbling out of your mouth
will never be enough.
your landing
left a dent in the land.
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