“The Crash” by Ayesha F. Hamid

When the plane went down, everything turned
grey, nothing made sense
then, the fear set in.

Wrapped tightly in secure seat belts
and wanting to sit silently, men went mad.
They hung in air as water crept in,
burying the fuselage.

Moving calmly into unconsciousness,
I lay there drifting, ignoring the screaming.

In those final moments came a city,
the one I’d always longed to visit,
one full of streaming light,
of incomparable beauty
with so much I was allowed to touch,
space, color, texture,
that pierced through everything,
that gave freedom from the dark
which, in the end, finally
allowed an escape from it all.

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