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The Flight

Way back before the

pretty girls fled

leaving that bland country

like a silk blouse

ripping in the wind

those scattered threads

long thrashed by

the echoes of time

We never knew

those pretty girls

would come to

be unrecognizable

impaled on that

stage of life

burnt by shadowed dread

crafted into submission

left hollow inside

becomming statistics

dark testament

to a universal truth

and neither

truth or beauty

calls this place home now

those windswept plains

scream emptiness since

the pretty girls left


Image courtesy of Pixabay.


18 thoughts on “The Flight

  1. You have written a unique story in quick, concise words. You spread a forlorn and lost feeling across it like a swath of somber feelings. Fantastic writing and you are so original, Lana!

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