My Debris Is Your Primetime

I'm a whiny self loather.

slipping
pulling from below
this undercurrent
dragging
and ripping me
away from myself

the contrails from my explosion
they twist,
they spiral,
they writhe,
my debris,

finally.... splashdown

spectators watching
below my gallows
my remnants
fall and float away
its not the fall that kills
(they say)
its the sudden stop
the lack of gravity
then
its' sudden imposition

this most notably
could explain this
my disposition
my disassociation

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