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Taylor Johnson
Poems
Apr 2014
Cabin Pressure
Falling
That's what we are doing
Slowly spinning out of control
The masks drop
Like bodies hanging from a noose
The turbulence
Of a hundred lives
Coming to an end
Throwing our hearts astray
Along with the wreckage
Strewn across this valley of despair
Wings
Ripped from our backs
As we lose altitude
Along with feeling,
Numb to our loses
Ears popping
Like celebratory bottles of champagne
Commemorating our near future deaths
The fuselage
Comes in like a missile
Prepared for utter destruction
Touchdown
The landing gear didn't deploy
You were unprepared
As were those watching
In pure terror
At the scene of our death.
#death
#crash
#flight
Written by
Taylor Johnson
Utah
(Utah)
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