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Crashing Paper Airplanes
Circling me like a shark in open water,
I wave my arms so someone sees
And for so long you never bothered
To see the huntress I can be.
You said you’d always try to see eye to eye,
But your irises have turned to black
And in my own I stalked out every single lie
And your facade begins to fade and crack.
The runway lights are lit before you now
To alight your lying eyes with blame
And land your crashing paper airplane safely on the ground
But you choose to go down with the flames.
My body has become a vessel
To carry me back to the shore.
And when my feet touch the sand I begin to wrestle
With how to give you less when you want so much more.
Your body always craved something I couldn’t afford,
Some kind of gold I saved for me
And though I feel I’ve fallen on my own sword
I take that gold and begin to flee.
Far away I run with broken bones across the landscape
The desert sand catches up with me
Looking before me now I pull back the blackened drapes
And you are nowhere to be seen.
Are you hiding in my notebooks
To see again when I am drunk with rain
To kill the blinding blaze and drown out everything you took
And mend the burning merciless pain.
So go ahead and let your dirty wings give you lift
And after that grab onto drag
Because you will continue to crash your paper planes
Until you burn yourself out with your own jetlag.
Copyright ©
Gail Beckstein
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