Airplane

 

A deep darkness encircles the city;

as another dreary day begins.

The sun looms beyond as I loosen the bed coverings.

Daylight breaks and I dash downstairs to bring forth the boarding pass from the printer.

The passage-giver permits entrance on a great, grumbling, metal beast.

 

The monster’s lair is far from my locale.

I navigate the narrow road,

driving my steel-steed, decelerating beneath bright yellow orbs,

and halting before hellish red demons who give way to gracious green fairies.

They bid me safe travels, speed, and good tidings to conquer the grisly ghoul.

 

After these strenuous struggles on the wretched roads, I approach the rouge’s retreat.

The beast lurks beyond the lighted lobby of its lair. I wait in line.

An agent announces my approach and asks for my identification.

 

My advance approved, I apprehensively await attack.

As, I approach the air-beast, it abruptly and devilishly devours me!

It swallows hundreds of humans and I struggle to escape its stomach.

Gripping and grappling at the sky-monster’s guts, grasping and

Blundering in its belly, I barely breathe.

 

Racing and roaring above the runway, the beast’s rage was not reserved.

Hands helped distribute drinks within the monster’s depths, yet I could not safely sip for

the wind-demon’s rambunctious inner rumbles rocked me rebelliously.

“A tiny turbulence,” a distant voice declared.

The victims murmur, while a muffled mutter makes known intentions to disembark.

 

The sky-fiend hastily halted, hurling its humans headfirst.

As it settled, it spit me out and weakly wandered away.

Tired and timeworn, I desperately departed from my battle with the beast.

Injured and inclement, the sky-brute desolately deserted the dismal tarmac.

Who won the war is hard to say, but the sky-monster seemed weary when I walked away.

 

A strange setting I soon saw,

with glittering skyscrapers and gleaming streams.

The ghastly air-demon had unloaded me in unusual whereabouts.

The location unknown to me, I quickly looked around to see a simple sign.

Shading my eyes, I shyly skimmed the symbols; they read “Chicago.” 

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