Anxiety (9AM)

The take-off is the scariest.

Are you sure we’re cleared to go?

We were having engine problems

Before we entered the unknown.

This little plane is rickety.

We’re bumbling through the sky.

They say that’s the turbulence.

I’m afraid that it’s a lie.

My stomach drops as we descend.

I take no comfort in the signs.

I dare not look back out the window.

My eyes are locked upon the time.

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