Broken.

It's a strange word.

It means something that is cracked, not whole.

Things can break.

Cups.

Plates.

Bones.

But people can break too.

It's not always very visible.

Sometimes is a loud snap.

An act of violence against the person that broke you.

Sometimes.

It's
A
Quiet
Fall.

Down
Down
Down

Without an end in sight.

Everyone falls.

On your bike.

When skating.

Tripping over your own feet.

But I think breaking is when you fall

And you pray to hit the ground as hard as possible.

You beg whatever cruel god is out there that you can hear the sickeningly wet crunch of your bones smashing into a thousand tiny shards.

Those shards stabbing everywhere.

Turning your organs to mush.

Laying there in your own blood.

And with your final strength.

You smile.

Your eyes close for the last time.

And you are at peace.

That is breaking to me.

And I think I am broken.