Those who wish to leave are fools
lying here
hundreds of miles away from help
the sun burning my skin
what's left of my plane scattered for acers
thirst beyond all reason
and perhaps a little delusional i must say
I love life
for all the cruelty of men
and ferocity of nature
i still find the shine of what was once a wing charming
and my sun baked skin brings back the sweet smell of sweat in the summers
when i was miserable
miserable
miserable in the best way
A contest entry
- one wing isn't even enough to leave by hilly.
300 points, ended July 11, 2008, 6 entries
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