To soar
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It is late, and I try to imagine what it would feel like to fly. In my mind, I spread my wings and leap from the window, flinging myself free from the Earth – separating myself from him. I wonder if this is what Mom felt, in her last few moments atop the bridge. The wind whipping at her ankles, every passing car chanting for her to jump: to fly.
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To soar

by Bonkeryonker

It is late, and I try to imagine what it would feel like to fly. In my mind, I spread my wings and leap from the window, flinging myself free from the Earth – separating myself from him.

I wonder if this is what Mom felt, in her last few moments atop the bridge. The wind whipping at her ankles, every passing car chanting for her to jump: to fly.

I wonder if Mom’s death was like falling asleep, with every thought of the wind and soaring fading away into a deep, eternal black.

This makes me long for death and, in a way, sleep grants me my wish – if only for a few hours.

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