There's a plane crash landing
Somewhere,
And here isn't so bad
Until the impact
Leaves vibrant shocks in your
Fingertips
Like electricity is what runs through
These veins
And the ground shakes
Or maybe it's just your legs?
That quiver with every step
And you don't no where you've
Landed,
Because the words are these trees, these plants,
These people,
The crowded streets,
The train tunnels that stretch forever,
Scattered with no correlation,
No destination
In your head.
You scream without a sound
into the wind
Whispering to the wings of the plane
Slow down, deep breathes.
The voice scratching and yearning. Full of doubt, trying to
Escape
From your unmarked runway.
First a calm glide before a nose dive
Into questions that
Make your brain cry,
Your chest cave,
The hair on your arms
At attention like soldiers trying
To protect you
From an outside intruder
And doesn't realize until the plane lands with its wheels
Above it's wings
That the attack,
The falling sensation
All along, was coming from the inside.
And You've been a boat headed no where
The entire time.
