I wrote some poem. It needs some work. I thought about it on my way to dinner.

I didn’t see it coming
It came from nowhere
From everywhere.
It came from the side.

I was just crossing the street.

I heard bones shattering,
Splintering,
Exploding.
Muscles tore
like paper.
The world became a vacuum,
like space.
I wanted to go there someday.

As I fell to the ground, I could only think:
This is what it must feel like
to Fly.