When she falls, she is silent.
She does not gasp or scream,
she merely lets a small breath
escape like a sigh,
as if she suspected all along
that her head would rather be
closer to the floor.
She listens, then, to the cool tile,
watches her heartbeat flutter in the
crook of her finger.
She closes her eyes and again she sighs,
I knew it, she’s thinking, I knew it.
This one is a little odd, and inspired somewhat by Robert Lee Brewer’s prompt (here, i don’t know how to do links: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-8) for today. I haven’t decided if I like it yet or not, but it is what it is.