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flight 719

turn your head 
left 
and ignore 
 
contemplate  
as the aircraft rises 
if anyone else is hoping 
it takes a nose dive 
 
pray to nothing 
that collective thoughts  
together can create death 
as an outcome 
cringe 
 
this 
all of it 
no longer matters 
cry in silence and stare 
out the window 
god forbid anyone see 
something as real as tears 
weakness 
 
excessive amounts  
of alcohol trips 
sliding through veins 
the serotonin drip 
in the back of your neck 
evaporated with the 98 
on saturday 
where the fuck are you? 
fuck

maybe now
your soul will crack
with the coldness of nowhere
you wanna be

invisible 
perhaps existing
with as much importance
as every other egotistical fuck
on this plane
black out
cause it's necessary 

we've all been fucked sideways 
from behind 
with no knowledge  
of who's slammin it in  
and why 
huh?

you're pretty sure 
someone’s cum is spilling 
from your eyes 

pause 
more tears 
hide 
pretend 

think of steve 
and how maybe  
you shoulda let him 
hump you 
at least once  
before this plane 
slams down 
to freedom 

of thoughts 
laugh about that 
dam up the hot 
tears 
realize you're manic 
and that you'll never 
fuck. 
fuck. 

too much meaning 
not enough 
his faults 
induce vomit 
and remind you of you  

go back and live  
like that didn't change you 
wonder if anyone else 
even feels it 

as the plane descends 
pretend its crashing 
anticipate nothing 

By J.G.

J.G.'s favorite word is penis. her least favorite word is vagina. she obviously enjoys extreme opposites of everything. mostly she's delusional and wants desperately to transmit positive energy out into the universe just to see if a cherry red bicycle will show up on her front porch one day. she'll probably never write again.