Crash
an impact
felt
heard
something else;
a sense of knowing,
like a phantom limb backwards.
The mind feels the time
though the time is not there
until it is.
Then…
Crash
and you’re in it
but you’re also not.
outside the body is
another sense.
a sense of self.
Your mind coddles the body
through all the trauma
shushes your cries to muted drama
lost beneath a sea of reality,
pain like bubbles surfacing
popping
merging invisible,
while the mind puts it all in a bag
and sets it aside.
This is not the time.
The tide rushes at you with violence,
and…
Crash
Things break and bend
in contortions unending
as if limbs and joints
all scattered in different directions
to escape the aggression
but found that they were bound
to a body that could only yield
by breaking
and then…
Crash
You are hit with the sense of ending.