May 29th MMVII.

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A car is forsaken on the side of the road; its body crunched like a soda can against an unbending tree. Grass licks its tires and leaves brush against its roof. The keys still jingle in the ignition and it is still hot from a long drive.

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Dark wings thrust her from the car, pushing her out of the window. She claws onto the door frame. Blood and broken glass. Her face tilts upwards toward the evening's burning storm clouds. Closed eyes, wings dodging lightning , her nose leading the way, she is searching.

He is searching too. He has abandoned the car: stripping himself of brown seatbelt, letting his black wings bloom anew, and forcing himself from the moving vehicle. He searches for her.

His wings lift him up to the lilac and auburn sky to see her form dot the horizon and then disappear behind a bleeding cloud. Wings aflame, he urges himself closer, nearer.

She hovers over a deep and shining ocean. The wind cools her wings, chills her body, and pushes her hair into her face. But even blinded as she is, she sees its offer. Its waves beckon. She desires its ice. And so she relaxes her wings, swan dives, flips, and slips into the water. Splashless; she is absorbed.

He watches her allow the void to consume her. Although he moves quickly, reaching out for her slender foot, he can only feel the wave's wake.

Flying low, his fingers trail in the obsidian liquid. He drifts over the surface, waiting for her to come back to him. Lost to him, she is in a place he cannot reach. He lifts his head to the heavens and wails.