20 March 2023

Brightwave

As the engine grinds,
the blood and bones gum up
what little connections we have made.

And before light settles into
the wrinkles of the land,
she turns to her savior

and forgives him for the sand
collapsing her veins like old tunnels.

"Be a dear," she says,
"and hold my hair when
they finally come for me."

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