Dreaming.
That's what this is.
I'm dreaming.
I am dreaming. And screaming.. And crying… And
Falling.
The wind whips viciously through my eardrums.
The initial free-falling adrenaline rush
Is killed by the sight of my destiny.
The sharp rocks beckon to me.
I am falling.
I close my eyes as my stomach clenches
Along with the rest of me.
My heart swells, knowing its last beats are approaching.
My lungs about to burst, I suck in sharp shallow breaths:
My final gasps of oxygen.
Sweet, sweet air.
My mind blanks.
I wish I could cry out, but first I savor the silence.
Then I scream.
I scream shout yell for anyone who can hear me.
My cries pierce the night.
I look at the ever-growing, jagged spikes of earth.
I squeeze my eyelids shut and hope it won't hurt too bad.
And then..
The strangest, most amazing feeling occurs.
I feel a tingle at my shoulders.
A pull on my back.
And my wings spring out.
I laugh to myself, and jet upward,
Catching myself inches away from impalement.
I was a bird.
I was free.
I was free-falling.
A/N: So, this can be about any of the characters, let your imagination take care of that ;)
Alas, I am not James Patterson. If I was, I'd be writing the next book, not some crappy poetry.