four planes crash, one, then another, then the other two, in the backyard of my parents house. the passengers limp up the hill holding each other on their feet. I let them know this is no coincidence.
they burn my mother's house down. they take her and my sister away. they say it was me they were looking for. they shoot at me. i push the bullets back at them through the air. they bounce off their skin and fall to the floor. everyone is laughing, the woman behind me shakes her head in pity. i cannot overcome these people, but i will not comply.
they have the whole world traced and covered. i cannot escape. i search the skies for a counter movement.
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