FLATLINES
Rows of people piles of people all cued up trapped in circles
Speechless people staring people mindless people caught between the lines
Taking off and free fall holes in the sky for those who do not fear those who do not fear
Cities and dust roads landscapes change per heartbeat on my way up and on my way down flatlines scrape the sky
Flatlines scrape the sky Flatlines scrape the sky
A response to the National Poetry Month prompt