Indifference

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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.