6 ~ thoughts of a man on a plane that came down

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There can't be much difference

Between this little distance

But the air mask won't dislodge

Are we going down?

We're going down

I need help

Why, so does everyone else

There's a kid in the seat beside me

Better help it first so I won't go to hell

If I miss my alarm bell

It will ring through the night

And the day and the night

And the cat will cry

No, surely die

The air is thick

Like slime on my skin

Faces are morphing

The coffee tastes indifferent

To the sound fast approaching

I grab onto my oxygen

And the earth wretches and crushes in

Oh well, I guess I tried to live

A little longer than fate had to give

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