preservation

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the world jerked and  

sent you flying, arms 

pinned to your sides, 

 

you tucked, rolled, 

spun like a coin on its 

edge and dropped, 

 

inches from the nowhere drain 

 

too large to fit anyway, the 

yelling in your head always 

taking up too much space, 

 

now it's you in bed watching  

your bones disintegrate 

in a slow-burn timelapse fate, 

 

dissecting your parts 

through the shafts of light  

clawing through your window, 

 

watching the comedic relief 

unfold, dark as it is but 

oh so telling of the times.