balloon girl

Balloon girl had enough of drifting aimlessly in the sky. She threw her weight to one side, to steer her rubber sac body as best as she could, into the flight path of an oncoming aeroplane. The pilot never saw her.

She popped, and plunged to earth like the expulsion of a foetus from a mother’s body, while the rubbery remains fell alongside, like airborne placenta, till they all collected in a bloody mess on a field.

Because, you see, death from that state is birth, and she needed the plane to push her out of an existence that was never meant to be permanent. No, it wasn’t a death wish at all; just the insane desire to really live, to feel the wind in hair and taste the air, even if only for a short while.

Balloons aren’t all happy things, she would know, and now her body tells it so.