The Plane Crash

He looked around the plane and wept big crystal tears,
his sisters pink bow lay beneath his foot and his memories of her under his greif.
So many people looked back at him, or didn't. 
They were all screaming in a different way.
He looked down at his mom and whispered, "Are there any survivors?" 
She didn't respond. 
He turned to his sister and yelled at her, "don't leave me alone!" 
He dropped to his knees and looked out the plane's window and into the dark feilds, pleading for this to be a dream. 
Why did they come and go so fast he thought to himself as he was led out of the plane and away. 
I'll never stop seeing this scene in my head, ever. 
The boy was led to the emergency room, then the police station, then to his house, where his dad lay silently. He reached for the pink bow in his pocket and turned it over and over in his hands...

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