I look down through the window
and see the ground slipping further.
I clench my fists, my nails biting into skin.
I break into a seat, my heart is racing.
There is nothing I can do
not about this.
This is irrational
what I am feeling now
I can barely think
as the ground below me cries
for me to return.
I just have to sit
get closer to the ground
that is getting further away.
I can’t get up so I crawl.
I crawl to the elevator
and press the button
and go down.
When I reach the ground
I stand up straight
and nearly fall down.
I will never return to that room.
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