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Jun 2017
High in the clouds, above this town.
Lost and forgotten because I've been gone
so long. The dizzying
haze of stratosphere glues itself
into my mind and I reach boundless
heights, distances so far
your limbs would stretch
through time itself
trying to reach me. I'm gone,
speeding, don't shy away
from gazing at me in awe above you.
Scream in terror as I dive and swoop,
losing control,
dying.
Run in fear when I fly again anyway,
hooked on the high
of thin oxygen and silence.
~~ Aerophobia, the fear of flying. ~~
Scarlet Niamh
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Scarlet Niamh  21/Aberdeen
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