Falling -The Eighth Second- Poem by Atef Ayadi

I like to feel
The bouncing
On the ground;
The real crash
With a fainted or fake smile.
I like to know
Exactly
My last word,
My last thought,
My last breath,
my last wish,
my last phrase, and
My last word,

I like to see the unspoken truthful smell,
That dark and
Empty
Pride.

I like to touch
What is left of me
After the crash.

I like to see myself
After the impact,
Empty or full of life
Or something else.