Write a poem or story where the first and last words are both onomatopoeia .

Fwoosh, and the lights fell out below me. 
 Seatbacks in their upright positions, 
 an honest mistake. 
 Too much to hold onto - a world between eight months. 
 Pebbles in the water, we danced on the tin roof of our bad decision; louder with each shuffling move to get out of the other's way. 
 Like pirated silhouettes, skipping across moonscapes, a thousand words and too many sorries. Slipping out roof tiles and destroying - unhinging - flattening our all with every turn around. 
 Just trying to be quiet. 
 
 Until we realised, the only way to fix the noise was to sit down 
 
 and wait. 
 
 
 Upon this slanted road back to us. Not to move, but to embrace - embrace - HUG IT OUT, BITCH - all the way down into that dark sky, from which I never really came down. Falling, so still, wrapped in each other until the lights come back into focus. To listen to the crashing sounds of luggage racks popping open and food carts screaming past and babies screaming from too many people our age are getting married, can you believe the Facebook notifications EXCUSE ME MISS, WHEN WILL WE BE LANDING? 
 
 
 A soft smile from her up onto my chest, face buried in me as the city lights spring back into focus. To know, untarnished by uncertainty, we'd make it through anything. As this whole thing plummets back home. 
 
 Back through Korean airspace. Back. 
 
 Fwoosh.
