Dissociated

The earth spins
Slowly out of control
In a free fall
With the rest of the universe
The sky bleeds
As the heavens fall
And we all look up
Eyes wet
Cheeks marked
With these rivers
Rivers that don't
Create life at all
I look down
Life-marked hands
Small pockets of scars
Open fists
Hold nothing
And I take that nothingness
Turn my hands over
And let go
Of what can't be held