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Xanax Dreams

Sweaty palms mark this morn. Boarding a plane traveling away the look on his face...it is forlorn. Not sure why on this happy day? Breathing short, heart beating fast anxiety shadows over his very soul. If this feeling keeps on he won't last Surely he thinks he travels to Sheol Thank God for the doctor and tiny little pills. He pops some Xanax and fights of the chills. Ahh, sleeping so sound nothing can awaken him. Unaware of the chaos around someone sings a strange hymn. The plane begins to shudder and all the people scream. Someone cries for her mother but not him, he's in sweet dream A violent landing in waters so cold. Most people miraculously alive they survived, even the old. "Oh my God to Sheol we did arrive". "Slide down the wing and climb into the boat. Get the hell outta this thing this plane will not float." He is shaken he is smacked "Wake up, wake up and get out" But because courage he lacked he sank to the bottom no doubt.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 1/12/2016 3:58:00 PM
thank you for reading Xanax Dreams, it is my first attempt to write in a Poe-ish manner.
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