The cabin hummed in uneasy silence,
a stillness that cracked, then shattered.
Flight attendants danced in rehearsed panic,
life vests sprouting like neon petals.
Brace positions whispered through clenched jaws.
Shoes stripped, objects pocketed, prayers exhaled.
The windows bled blue, electric and unnatural—
not fire, but molten ash, invisible claws.
Glass and rock crushed fine as breath,
siphoned into engines that gasped, seized.
Altitude peeled away like tattered wallpaper.
Oxygen masks bloomed, but one refused to give.
The Captain’s voice became a metronome of terror,
counting down what eight minutes could hold.
The ocean pulled the plane with open arms,
while the engines coughed and held their tongue.
At 10,000 feet, desperation became ignition.
One engine caught, then another answered—
a chorus of metal finding its roar.
The silence turned back to breath.
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much enjoyed write
Thank you Norman
most welcome
You did well to build the tension in this poetic story. Air disaster most peoples terror. Ground bound unable to fly on our own most of us terrified of falling. You painted the picture well with great vivid images the timing was also good with the poem sensing the rush of time. Very nicely done with the sense of relief as the tension passed at the end.
Thank You Soren
Most welcome Gray
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