Ignition!

We launch
Into the stratosphere,
Ascending out of the abyss
Strapped into wooden chairs,
Death creeps its way into my heart.

Pretending nothing is amiss
As we realize something's there;
Winds blowing us a hearty billow.

The cabin is entered;
Our blood soon chilled.
We could not predict
Such a hearty thrill.

W
H
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T

Are you?