armrests clung tight
g-force pins bodies
propulsion burns bright
all wait for stage two
water had frozen
ring breach failure
numb, silence, vapor
This is my response to Trifextra: Week Seventy-Seven where I was given the three words below and asked to give back thirty of my own, making a grand total of thirty-three words.
Admittedly, I’m not normally poetic (by any stretch of the imagination, nor by education), but was inspired to make my earlier work in progress into the poem above…
The astronauts hurtled heavenward with armrests gripped and g-force imprisoned bodies. The crew-members eagerly anticipated stage two. Oblivious to Houston, Challenger, and observers alike, a ring had failed. The Challenger disaster was imminent.
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