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Cradle her home Back to a city of witches and wonder flying against the falling sky. Staring at the earth 30,000 above I hope she’s thinking of me. Wings slicing through gray atmosphere. Heart spinning at the speed of sound I used to hold her here while she slept. Safety in my absence, Gravity our only enemy. I succumb to the pressures of silence Turbulence and tolerance. It’ll all be over soon. I descended leaving no mercy. Of course, no one trusts a cargo plane just like a beautiful woman on the edge of sanity. Leaving her stranded on the tarmac. Divine is the departure of my natural disaster. The one or one of many, raindrops like beads on aerodynamic steel. Her hierophant is missing in action. A special type of hell, wading in the chaos you create. Expecting a savior other than yourself. Not anymore. The clouds have parted. Two breeds of fire burning brightly on their own. Seat-backs and tray tables ready for another take off. Look up to the peach pit sky. Whisper my name out with a smile.
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Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC
Flight Risk
Cradle her home Back to a city of witches and wonder flying against the falling sky. Staring at the earth 30,000 above I hope she’s thinking of me. Wings slicing through gray atmosphere. Heart spinning at the speed of sound I used to hold her here while she slept. Safety in my absence, Gravity our only enemy. I succumb to the pressures of silence Turbulence and tolerance. It’ll all be over soon. I descended leaving no mercy. Of course, no one trusts a cargo plane just like a beautiful woman on the edge of sanity. Leaving her stranded on the tarmac. Divine is the departure of my natural disaster. The one or one of many, raindrops like beads on aerodynamic steel. Her hierophant is missing in action. A special type of hell, wading in the chaos you create. Expecting a savior other than yourself. Not anymore. The clouds have parted. Two breeds of fire burning brightly on their own. Seat-backs and tray tables ready for another take off. Look up to the peach pit sky. Whisper my name out with a smile.
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Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC
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