ESCAPING

Air as thin as paper.

The sky is as gray as a cresting moon.

As loud as bubble wrap popping.

Fire cracked as if breaking.

Heat felt like an oven's warmth.

Air so smokey it tasted like burnt bark.

Higher, HIGHER I need to fly.

I have to fly if I want to survive.

So I don’t get caught by the devil’s eye.

Looking down on the devil’s path.

Habitats of hell and environments of death.

Animals running from the devil’s destruction.

As they cried like they were going to die.