Almost an empty street
end of day dark
creeping across sky,
couldn’t wait to get home,
"I’m tired,"
I had just thought
when a stranger
or was it life
walked straight into me
and I fell
apart
separated bones
and sinews
disjointed body
rolling, scattered 
by gravity forces
across grass verge
bouncing into gutter
but in law-abiding attention
to road rules for
some macabre reason,
nothing bounced 
onto the road.
The collapse skittered
to a piecemeal stop
but when I tried to 
get up
I couldn’t find one leg.

So I just lay
in pieces,
grinning from the pavement
enjoying
the spaced out feeling.

Poem Tags
#spoken-word, #poetry #seeker, #spaced-out, #pieces, #falling-apart, #tiredness

Prompt
Ever feel liking you're falling apart, what would happen if it really occurred?