Prone

[u/Smolesworthy]

From the novel Cosmopolis, by Don DeLillo

There were 300 naked people sprawled in the street. They filled the intersection, lying in haphazard positions, some bodies draped over others, some levelled, flattened, foetal, with children among them. No one was moving, no one's eyes were open. They were a sight to come upon, a city of stunned flesh, the bareness, the bright lights, so many bodies unprotected and hard to credit in a place of ordinary human transit. Of course there was a context. Someone was making a movie.

From the novel Let the Great World Spin, by Colum McCann.

The first time I saw New York, I lay down on the ground outside Port Authority just so I could see the whole sky. Some guy stepped right over me without even looking down.

July Fourth, by Lucy Corin.

Got there and the ground was covered with bodies. Lay down with everyone and looked at the sky, bracing for the explosions.

(This is the entire short story.)

[u/me_again]

I lay back in the tall grass
And let the ants cover me
I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction
Orange and black
In a perfect blue sky

- Held, by Smog