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Liquid SkyThe open mind remains afraid.
The lithe body succumbs to the waves.
The blood is rushing, with a need and a crave.
He is drowning, stuck in the Earth's veins.
A liquid darkness is the sky,
for open peering eyes.
But, a ominous blooming white
is filling the mind from the sides.
A pressuring tide idly passes by,
making the heart give a little cry.
The blood needs a rescue,
in a drug it likes to call O^2.
The flow of cold is Earth's veins,
rendering his body numb and lame.
The descent is long and silent.
For, the bodily plane has forever lost it's pilot.
With no hands to help,
and no ears to hear,
succumbing to the dark liquid sky,
he is drowning.
What a lonely way of dying.
"Breathe"Dark eyes fear the unknown,
for they only know the bright and the clear.
Pale skin, as white as snow,
eagle spread on the cold stone.
Parted lips are cracked and cold,
against the touch of those unknown.
A slowing beat of the chest,
no rise, no fall, no faltering breath.
Left beside the lakeside shore,
a desperate shattering breath
has never been wanted more.
One, two, three, four.
One more set before
they check once more.
One, two, three, four.
They fear the worse,
for they sense they are no more.
Oh chest, of naked breast,
rise and fall with intake of breath.
Forced air, make way through those lips.
Slowing beat, keep up with those on your chest.
But they fear, fear that death has already planted their kiss.
Fingers numb, stiffen like steel,
Body pale, eyes wide and clear,
parted lips of cold display,
with no matching air flowing it's way.
A lost heart,
on the lakeside shore.
They make their way,
away from wanting to do more.
Cityside BeachThe rolling waves broke against my denim covered legs as I felt the weight of salt-water soaked jeans tug with each step I took. The colossal noise of those surrounding me was deafening; Children screaming, adults yelling, teens laughing, birds singing, and the never ending sound of a well tourist-attracting, populated city bustling in the background. The sun burned hot against my skin, already abused by the unrelenting attack of the summer's UV rays, and bright against my eyes, even if they were shaded and guarded by thick rimmed shadowed glasses. The sweat trickled from my uncomfortably warm scalp and down the length of my neck, only to be sucked into the white cotton button down like all the others. It was even more uncomfortable than the jeans I wore soaking in the ocean's water as the waves tumbled through and around my legs.
It was hot. Unbearably hot at this equally unbearable beach. My blood pulsed beneath the surface of my sticky moist skin as I trudged deeper into
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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