Friday, 26 November 2010

#52: The Gnat's Suitcase

She's never packed for a breakup before.

Underwear, she guesses,
a toothbrush. She's not good at this
at the best of times,
and it's not exactly roomy.

She folds in a spare pair of wings,
crushing them, but she's past caring.
She hasps it, bundles out the back door
before he gets home

in search of new ghosts.

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