Flight 93 by Michael Burch
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly in my grasp ...
vibrations of huge engines thrummed my arms as, glistening with sweat, I nudged the switch to OFF ... I heard the klaxon-shrill alarms
like vultures’ shriekings ... earthward, in a stall ... we floated ... earthward ... wings outstretched, aghast like Icarus ... as through the void we fell ...
till nothing was so beautiful, so blue ... so vivid as that moment ... and I held an image of your face, and dreamed I flew
into your arms. The earth rushed up. I knew such comfort, in that moment, loving you.
Originally published by The Lyric
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