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Oct 2011
It feels like sinking,
like I ripped open the emergency exit door at thirty thousand feet
mid-flight.  mid-sentence-
last chance.
Now I'm told to sit tight,
knuckles white with nothing to hold onto.
Nobody steers, nobody stirs,
save a couple slurred words past an in-flight Jack.
That's what it feels like-
it feels like sinking.
Written by
SWB
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