That Sound

I pulled the ripcord, and then a whole canopy
Of your blood splashed down over me

We flew too high I guess, and you forgot to touch down again;
Flew off, leaving behind all of your bones, and most of your flesh

While you held your tattered soul so high, by your teeth
To keep it from tangling, down on the ground

But what I'll remember forever's that sound.

 

Lillian Susan Thomas
Yes, I agree with Kerry, reminiscent of the story of Icarus, but as if it were your experience. Beautifully done. Thank you for sharing.

Kerry O'Connor
Makes me think of Icarus and Daedelus - one flies too high and falls...

Samer Al Khoury
ay yay! what an imaginary piece of write... effin love it!

diamonddigger
the mixture of that which should save with the music of destruction is the kind of irony that life seems to be made of....great write

Pendemic
What a dark and vivid write! I enjoyed reading this.