Watching

poetry

I watched you fall
from the top of the world
to the bottom of the barrel

I heard the wet thud
as you struck the wooden floor
your body splayed out
and there you lay

Then blood started pooling
at the bass of your haired cranium
your fingers curled forevermore
and there you lay

I watched you fall
from the top of the world
to the bottom of the barrel
and I didn’t try to catch you

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