souls of helpless people

scrambling to survive

like an ant scrambling from a psychotic fly

some do not make it

the lightning strikes

big and scary

 

The gust of air

scratching my face

I taste the dust

so bitter yet sweet

last glimpse of sunlight

my heart begins to beat

 

lost spirits

now float about

hesitant hands hopeless

on grabbing

anything

to save

this poor man

 

The smell of nothing

it seems

my nose so numb

blood rushing now to the tip of my tongue

But somehow my mind

not rotten but broken

 

the clinking of string

Maybe a pure being

Alas, a parachute

Saved so sweet

to save I must

jump out:

swift feet

 

I see the plane

SPLASH!

Sinking in the belly of the beast

The worst way

of death it seems

but now i see

there is not another

pure being here

but me