Tangerine Sky

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The sky turns orange
And begins to singe
On the fringe
I see that we are plunging
Through a tangerine sky
Lunging towards a ground we cannot see
But I expect our feet will find it soon
And as we travel our fingers slip apart
Yours are no longer intertwined with mine
But then I realise
That I am the one
The one falling like a fledging
I look back to the ledge
And see your hair your shoulder blades
And the steps you take
Away from the ledge
Now I’m falling fast and faster still

Yet I have never landed
I just keep on hovering
Hovering and choking
Hovering and choking
On orange mist

Jenna Grabey © 2013

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