by Abbia Udofia

I am waiting in the air for the report of the Pandora. 
I am waiting for smiling faces blown away, unreturning.
They are reading the critical papers, calling for the beginning.
They are finding shoes and arms and gift bags and mascara.
I am waiting in the shadows for confirmation of our errors. 
Watching and praying with aliens behind cloudy doors.

Aircrash by Abbia Udofia

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