They are trawling
the sea bed for
clues, as if we are
simply a plane
to fall out of
the sky. Our
last kiss, spread
on meat trays,
our clasped hands
in body bags.
the fire that started
at our wingless
shoulder blades
proved fatal
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
They are trawling
the sea bed for
clues, as if we are
simply a plane
to fall out of
the sky. Our
last kiss, spread
on meat trays,
our clasped hands
in body bags.
the fire that started
at our wingless
shoulder blades
proved fatal
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