Fled.

up here, it is only
me and the
surround sound howl
of a jet engine
and creeping pop
can tabs, coming

in on the sinister
sly behind me.

my vacancy eyes
flash neon
hues down at
the glassy

expanse
of ocean between me
and my molten
earth core.

it
wants
to
break
my
———- fall.

and i remain
ungrateful,
lost in my own
silence, still
gnawing on
the hand
that needs me.

o,
to walk out on
the wings where

air is scarce
and safety even
scarcer.

(hiding in plain sight
it must be)

up here, i can
hear myself
only too clearly.

pity. you forgot
to feed me my
lines.

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