She peers out the glass,
at the bright blue sky,
into the sun's warmth...
She is alive, and breathing.
Thoughts flutter, and
images flicker behind
her vacant stare.
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Slowly, she begins to ascend.
Her head tilted upwards,
her arms slack at her sides,
as the palm of her hands extend,
welcoming the unknown.
She becomes the center of view,
raised above the plains;
she spins around and around.
Like the wind, softly blowing ashes
from the hot coals of a fire;
her flesh tears away in pieces.
Piece by piece, she is exposed.
As she disintegrates;
her blood drawn by gravity,
spills out like rain drops.
High pitch screams,
fill the ears of those,
close and far.
Screams above mortal pain.
Unlike any torture, the
human body can endure.
Screams that raise every hair;
that stop the heart from beating,
for a second too long.
Screams that cannot be,
labelled or identified.
The world will bare witness;
while in their confusion,
they are still, with feeling.
The faces beneath,
stare above in disbelief;
absolute horror.
The sky ... now empty.
Traces left behind,
in blood.
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Abruptly, she surfaces
behind her glazed eyes.
Still peering out the window,
she thinks;* "My life is good."
I have a home; a family.
I have food to eat,
and love in my life.
*Yet, thoughts flutter,
and images still flicker.
Copyright © 2016 Jamie Johnson