The Realization of Falling Hard

The realization
of falling hard
as the blood surfaces
after the swift impact,
like paint through a
sponge, seeping out
the skin and capillaries
through the tiny holes,
touching the beloved air;
silent darkened red mass
of sweet coalescence.
What the scrape offers
is the epiphany of life.
With burn, with sting,
it is offered electric
and the pain plays
it's role unchallenged
by the dead and never living,
living and being
in spite of it's warning.