The Glass Lift

We stepped into a corner of an envelope. It was glass and went to the top.

I felt afraid because this contraption was familiar but never seen like this.

4 segments with a square shaft, going up and zooming down, all made of transparent glass.

I stepped in after you and we shot up. I feared for our lives.

I stretched my arms out as if my fingers would keep me in place.

At times I thought the glass would shatter and we would fall from the sky, painfully flaying limb by limb as we both fade away and die.

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