After the fall,

After the crash,

Twisted gratitude,

In flight, spiralling

Somersaults,

Crumpled,

shattered,

I lie,

Angels at my back.

Blunt. Force. Trauma.

My eyes open.

Tarmac axis,

Orange glow,

Still alive.

Still breathing,

Hit and run.

I roll away,

to the grassy bank,

Here comes the pain.

And the shock.

My coup de grâce,

After the fall,

After the crash,

Twisted gratitude.