as i pulled the
ripcord
watched
my carefully packed
clothing
fly into the air
around
my flailing form
it was only
the lack of oxygen
that killed the
laughter
bubbling in madness
out of my
raw throat
i may leave
an ugly corpse
but the crater
will be one
people
will talk about
for years
these are
the last thoughts
that went through
my mind
as a branch from
an old oak
quickly followed
leaving
a gaping expanse
in the middle
of existential
wonder
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Absolutely phenomenal
LikeLiked by 1 person
How the fuck do you consistently come up with these images
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is to say: I loved this
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t know. That one just scared me. Lol. This is why I don’t read them. What’s wrong with me?
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think the correct question is: what’s RIGHT with you? The wrong stuff is unimportant.
LikeLike