You move
like a rag doll,
your arms and legs
flailing without
your consent.

My nose is pressed
to the screen,
obsessively watching
your fall.

Your mouth moves,
you’re speaking,
but your voice gets lost
in the fire engulfing
the building.

In reverse,
you’re flying, soaring,
free of all pain.

I switch the TV off
(The whites of my eyes
are bloodshot).