survivor

and as the plane crashed...

i sat calmly

scribing my imminent death

for those that would survive us.

awaiting death

(that was approaching so hastily

i wrote in an untidy cursive script

to fit all the adjectives in, in time)

with an  ironic abandon

i have never known to exist in me.

as the animals around me

screeching, peeing, panting

primal ,sweating, incredulous

animals aka passengers

hurried and dug

in the impossible vortex of emotion and matter;

i forgot for the moment

about the agony of my collapsing lungs

and came to terms

with death, though it annoyed me

that it was so untimely.

im only 23 for crying out aloud

There was no god

there was no light

there was no moral reckoning

that i feared would preside

soon thereafter.

it was just me.

then...

we were no longer to die.

the excursion was over.

we made an emergency landing in Moscow.

i shook someone's hand.

i grinned from relief.

spoke to airport staff.

only minutes later i was making self-inquiries

about how to take the Trans Siberian Express.

and that concluded it.
dawn had broken.