TheReapersWild
The world does not break all at once.
Sometimes, it tilts - just enough.
A child skips through a sugar-glazed town, seeing magic in the mundane. A shopkeeper smiles through splinters he no longer feels. A madman? He drinks the jester for pain.
This poem explores a single setting through fractured minds, memory, and madness - where every truth has its own shadow, and even the daisies have teeth.
Told in three perspectives (and one haunting narrator), The Angle of The Fall is a surreal descent into perception, trauma, and the silent war between joy and knowing.
What do you see when you fall?