The monster in the sky
The irryss
Is gone with a soft downbeat of
Mammoth wings.
It soars out of view,
Out of the city
Out of Alaria
Before I reach the corner of my street.
I have chased the sun and lost.
Its rays flicker and die
as it dips beneath the horizon.
Night flights were always her favourite.
The thought hurts like a fresh wound,
Despite being ten years
festered.
He is waiting.
I swear, low and swift,
Using breath I can't afford to spare.
"You're late."
The words are an accusation
and I have no defence.
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