Hail by Ceilidh Newbury
I am hail. Thrust from the nest of the clouds. I fall. No wings to unfurl, no parachute.
The wind kicks me side to side.
If I could stop, I would.
It hurts to be thrown out. Propelled into a world that will break me.
I smash. I melt. I crunch hit perish. Punched, cursed, twisted, hobbled, amputated.
Pierce bash clobber hurt wound kill die.
Fragile like glass. I am temporary.
Born in the clouds to die on the ground.
I have no choice.