Falling, falling, falling
The woman’s body seemed to plunge toward the depths of the fiery abyss with the speed and velocity of a rocket leaving the earth’s atmosphere and hurling itself toward the stars
Falling, falling, falling
The rocky crags reached up toward her with hungering fingers to rip the flesh from her bones
Spinning out of control, toward her certain death, she cried out to a benevolent being for mercy
Falling, falling, falling
With no help in sight, she resigned herself to embrace her death
With death being a certainty
with only seconds left
in that instant she remembered --
I have wings
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