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A Flight With Death

By A. J. Huffman

A Flight with Death

A white satin tux.
And our old sheets.
Tattered,
and stuck to the wall.
Are all that surrounds Him.

I sit.
Still.
And shimmering.
Purple
in the light.
As He pins
each line
of a shattered parachute
through my skin.

He does not feel
the pain they give.
And I can no longer see
their scars.
As He holds my hair
back.
And drops us
over the edge.

Article © A. J. Huffman. All rights reserved.
Published on 2011-05-09
2 Reader Comments
Anonymous
05/29/2011
04:13:29 PM
Intense! *heART*
Matthew Davies
12/28/2011
11:57:04 PM
I'd love to get in touch with A.J. after reading much of her work.
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