Imprimir Falling through Gray by Thomas W Case

Down I go
into gray and brown.

I hit the sides
like a cradle rocked too fast.

Abrupt catastrophe.

I didn’t see this one coming,
but I felt it—
a slight rumble of an earthquake,
or the false dawn
before real light yawns
and opens the sickly day.

Just another ending.
Dappled. Down.