18
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
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.