Airframe

silver white clouds
glued to bright blue
aluminum sky

just like Erica,
she's an undulating jet
with no fear of flying

up she comes
singing "yes... yes," the majestic yes...
floating on

silver white clouds
glued to bright blue
aluminum sky

asking
can I come again?
but he says it's over,

and closes the door.
Walking slowly home
she steps into

oil- black icy puddles
that soak into blood- red
flesh and bone

home alone again
she dreams again.
once again she dreams of

silver white clouds
glued to bright blue
aluminum sky

It's never the flying
that hurts,
it's the crash