Vorochta 5

Graduated Cylinders

I’m falling.

I was in a hot air balloon and it ripped.

I decided if I were going to die I’d like to do so by skydiving.

I feel my body falling. I’m weightless. Soaring through the sky.

I’ve been falling for the past hour.

The air gushing through my hair felt so good. I was free.

I turned over and was falling backwards. I looked up into the heavens.

I don’t believe in divinities but suddenly I found myself calling out to Zeus,

asking him to spare me. Save me.

There was no answer.

I hit the bottom. It was soft.

I landed in my bed.

I got up and wiped my sweat.

I looked at the window and I saw my reflection.

I was trapped inside my window.

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