Headlong

I fell hard

And the delicate blow glass shapes in me

Shattered into smithereens

The curves, the bends, the swells and the mounds

Came down

Shriveled into sparkling grains of nothing

                        

My eyes rolled to the tilted corner of the rickety table I fell on

Eyes of jade

With specks of quartz

I saw my brow

Lying flat on the ground

A marble slab carved with a void

My sparkling tongue of topaz blue

Lay nearby

Pulsating with the last bits of life

My ruby lips, turned to garnet where blood dried

My hands snagging on the thick sheets of time

With shrapnel in place of finger nails

My feet are still planted firmly

But the cracks in the ground run up my ankles

To my knees, into my chest

There will be cracks in my heart

There is blood

Oozing out of crystalline pureness of glass

There is pain resting in each broken chard

I try to recall the moment of divinity

The moment of grace

The moment of nirvana

The point from where I fell

I fell hard

Through the arms of those who could have caught me

Or so I wanted to believe