the hum of engines grows louder and louder like a swarm of bees in an angry hive dotted lines **** past tilting backward aiming for the sun
-Ascent
white shelf stretches beneath light streaming like a flashlight in a bright room. “Would you like something to drink?”
-Flight
stars above, clouds beneath a world of ant-like people beyond a blur. Lights flash to reveal flurrying droplets the glow of city lights illuminates civilization a bump. A rush of wind.