[ IP ] Crash

We went down in a shower of metal and hollow screams. Steel rattling like a missile streaking through the impact zone. The clawed fingers of corpses dug into the edges of ripped polyurethane foam and broken limbs shared a haunting narrative. I envied them to some extent. They would n't have to search the snow-tipped peaks for civilisation. Nor would they ration twinkies and crackers with titles like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In the end, I cremated them all, the remains of the plane as well, making the way forward the only option. 
 
 Backpack strapped, I traversed loose pebbles and sharp cliff edges which sniped incisions in my palms. After sucking away streaks of blood and rubbing both palms together, I kept at it while the mountain's peak grew closer. Birds, ants, and ferrets scattered at first glance, a thousand years of human narrative reignited by a flaming ball in their habitat. Eventually, morning fog gave way to a glimpse of sunshine. The only familiar thing in both the outback and home. 
 
 In one last heave, I conquered the climb -- reaching the top of the barren mountain. However, my victory was short lived. A small town with window lights blinking good morning sat a horizon away. The trip through the unnatural nature would take some time, but there was hope nonetheless. I thought of latte's, warm blankets, and talking with friends -- you know, normal things. And made my way in the general direction of a new home. 
 

