Plane Crash Poem by Ramona Thompson

Plane Crash



Please don't think me too bizzare or strange when I say sometimes it really gets me off
Landing in a ball of flames and crushed, twisted metal
A feeling like I've never known before just seems to grip me out of the blue whenever I see such a tale unfold
Not even gonna try to deny or act even the least bit ashamed of it
Envy the ones who actually get to be there directly on the scene to see the carnage close up

Can't even begin to describe how orgasmic I'd be in the face of such a beautiful disaster
Rewind and run back for hours the footage just to get that thrill again
Another precious time
Slow motion really seems to do the trick
Hardly can wait from day to day to the big one happen

Sending delicious sivers
Up and down my spine
I giggle and I moan
Just like a love sick girl in heat
In the sweetest of anticaptions
For the next big one to come
Crashing down to the ground
While I dance and sing and roast marshmallows
Burn baby, burn

2009 Ramona Thompson

Note-A dark fictional piece I wrote last week concerning stories I have read on the net of people who share this strange obsession/fetish.

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