She jumped, but the air didn’t care,
and the clouds never reached down,
just sighed, and looked away. And she
tumbled, arms flailing, hair wound
across her motionless face. But
the ground didn’t care, so it never
flinched when she hit, or cried out in
sorry, or caught her less broken.
The ground ignored her fall, her splayed
limbs and all the cracks that bled invisible.
Time didn’t care that she was frozen,
so she became the fall. No one noticed.