After the fall,

After the crash,

Twisted gratitude,

In flight, spiralling

Somersaults,

Crumpled, shattered, I lie

With Angels at my back.

Blunt. Force. Trauma.

My eyes open.

Still alive.

Still breathing,

Hit and run.

I roll away, tarmac

to grassy bank,

Here comes the pain.

And the shock.

My coup de grâce,

After the fall,

After the crash,

Twisted gratitude.