I don't usually write sad stuff like this but let me know what you think.
My breath clouds the frosty air
Dogs bark loudly
They are coming
I climb a fence
My jeans get caught
My foot slips
I fall.
I am carried by a pair of hands
At each end
Bound and gagged
In a burlap sack
I smell the salty air
I feel the lurge of a boat
I hear the words
On the count of three
One, two, three
I am in the air
I am in the water.
I wear a yellow hat
I push some buttons
I make sure to keep away
From the cliff
And I push buttons
To make this large
Machine operate
Digging in the soil
With its spoon-like end
I drop something
On the machines little floor
I bend over to pick it up
My elbow pushes a bad button
I lurch forward
Near the cliff
I am airborne.
I am airborne no longer.
I exist no longer.
