Tilted Sight

A sudden lurch—

the ground not steady but spilling,

my body caught between leaning

and falling.

I move before my mind does,

instinct pulling forward,

grasping at air

as if the emptiness might steady me.

No pause,

no answer,

only this uneasy tilt—

the world sliding out

from beneath its own weight,

and I am dragged with it.

Something fractures quietly—

not enough to name,

but enough to feel

the shape of loss forming

before the word arrives.