Skydiving

Here I'm free falling, not JK Rowling brooms Im falling. Head first, in the water in the dirt, won't be able to be alive to see the burst. Like a sonic boom, no glider to keep me gliding slowly to the dust. Blood splattering, oh! no there are people scrambling. Rushing to the screen and escaping. Gone in the wind. Quick out like a beam, shirts untucked and sounds of people screaming. Sounds of bodies dropping like it's an earthquake, dismantled limbs like a hurricane. Tornado sirens but no one's hearing this is the scream of hysteria and it's so loud it's deafening. I woke up, and I decided I wanted to skydive.