Remembered

Could I survive from this height? Look, there's concrete, the whole side falling on me. Was it planes? I heard that it was. It was hard departing, a line marching down the stairwell. I wished I could find a window to look out. Are we almost down? I laughed, excited, exiting, as it rained bombs. I wanted to look up, but it was like water from a falls. It just flattened. Where are my hands? I know I had them. Why is my bone sticking out? Shouldn't it be tucked under the skin? Have I been dismembered? Oh no. I am crying. Out loud. Can I cry now? Help, someone carry me out of my weakness. I am missing my hand...