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Prelude To Disaster

Space travel in ordinary time, The woman tries to concentrate on her book on change and the power of positive thinking. She is not succeeding because Her seatbelt is cutting off her circulation, and the guy with the headphones has taken hostage of their shared armrest. A man snores across the aisle surpassing the volume of a beached whale in labor, A two-year-old three rows back gives a war cry when his Elmo DVD dies, The woman stares at a woman of massive girth sipping her coffee seated two rows ahead, Breathe in, Breathe out, She closes her eyes and journeys inward, Breathe in, Breathe out, The plane dips and rises in rollercoaster fashion, Breathe in, Breathe out, Turbulence, she hears from somewhere, She opens her eyes and looks out the window, Twilight blue sky, Cotton candy pink, grey,purple monolithic clouds look like an alien city. Breathe in, Breath out, Blue and yellow lightening flashes between the clouds, Thunder crackles in the distance, The plane bops up and down like a boat on rough sea, The woman can taste her stomach acid, The fat woman seated two rows up spills her coffee, Turbulence, a voices say, Stay calm- The lights goes out, The snorer wakes up startled and begins the swear, The plane becomes a victim a gravity, G-force Falling Lunch trays, laptops and cups go flying, The two year old begins to cry, Picking up speed Falling Turbulence, a voices says again, Stay calm- Outside the window the clouds are rising fast, Falling The voice is drowned out by passenger screams as oxygen masks fall to their laps Breathe in, Breathe out, Her body tenses and prepares for impact The arm-rest stealer grabs the woman's hand, Falling and tumbling through space, Breathe in, Breathe out, The woman prays to an unknown God as the plane makes its rapid descent-

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 9/14/2008 7:26:00 PM
In the end everyone has the same fear and goal, theyre all one with each other, deep poem, Im still trying to figure out why the plane was even invented.
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Date: 9/11/2008 12:10:00 PM
Yikes. This is why I rarely fly. It is what I envision happening. Awesome write. Welcome to the soup. Love, Shar
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Date: 9/11/2008 11:15:00 AM
I'm not the greatest fan of flying....after reading this...I may never leave home again!! ~ Carrie
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Date: 9/11/2008 10:14:00 AM
Quite a story. Kept one reading. Keep writing. Vince
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