Seat 6

Their intestines fly up into their throats
Their cheeks are raised, their eyes are glazed,
Their scratching and tearing at their coats.
All white knuckled, sick, and gasping
With pupils like pin-heads, their asking.
Prayers float up, gaping bodies drop down
Through the clouds we shoot.
And their wings carry them both to heaven.

The screaming wind suffocates their sounds
But not enough. Not nearly enough
I can still hear the gurgled confessions of the man in seat 7
I, strapped loosley in seat 6
Never imagined the view out the window looking quite like this.

I turn to that sobbing man, stricken with fear
I grab his collar and press my lips to his ear,
"I promise I'll love you 'till the end is here."
So he clutches my face, and we marry our eyes,
And he pulls me close to him
Oh sweet demise!
I think to myself as I gaze in his wet blue reflections,
"This is the last i'll ever see of my imperfections..."

But a jolting jerk breaks our moment
Cold sharp metal slices open my head.
All I hear is that steady riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggg
And my hairs are floating up now like childrens dreams.

Blood trickles like rivers and collects at my breast
The man in seat 7 grabs hold of me and mouths "CONFESS!"
I squeek and I sqwauk  but alas, I am drained of breath.
"Oh God, Oh God, make it stop. SHIT.SHIT. SHIT. Oh God, please no!"
Desperate are a sinners thoughts,
In the moments just before death.