Free Fall
by Holly Day
he told her it would only hurt
for a moment, about how important
the loss of one life would make
in an end she would never see, and now
there was no turning back: falling
faster and fast toward the small
square beneath her, shadows becoming windows
dots becoming people. the packets of explosives
strapped to her body weighed nearly as much
as she did, they weight her down
dragged against her and the wind blowing
through her hair, against her breath.
it was like sunrise when she hit
the skies broke open to let the blaze
pour forth, encapsulate
it would have been beautiful if anyone
had been left alive to see it.
