Plane Crash Nicknames

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Prea’s Language
didn’t talk much at all
but snaked up into breadcrumbs
towards cards you won’t see

with the ground yet wet
too moist to slide or to hop onto dams
we hid in the well abit
feeling the air play nipples on fear

and that’s when it split
or crashed the air around
shaking earth’s voices
with the silence for clothes

we moved from the way
afraid and not scared enough
hoping for splashes of metal and smile

but when it all landed
the Voice formidable
also hit gravity
and asked for our names …