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I was flying.
I was flying and I felt invincible.
For those amazing couple of moments
when I was fifteen feet above ground
and the air was curling around my cheeks
in symmetrical circles
I didn’t even feel
the glass piercing my skin
or the loud shattering of the hospital window
and I didn’t even worry
about the dead grass
that was growing larger and larger
as it came closer and closer
to my face.
I wasn’t flying, now.
I wasn’t flying but at least I still felt numb.
