soar so high
you cant imagine you would cry
higher than the clouds
the rain below you falls in shrouds
air on your skin
breathing deeply in
your hair whips about
joyfully you shout
falling
then there is a whooshing sound
and your heart starts to pound
and your stomach reaches your throat
and all you can do is croak
and then the clouds are above you
the rain is pounding against you
and the people are looking at you
is it a plane?
is it a bird?
is it a ...... God I don't even know!
and then you hit the ground.
It was nice knowing you
fuming
it burns
this anger inside
it churns
"its fine" she lied
the warmth
its overwhelming
the heat
its going to kill me.
