Sunday, 20 December 2015

Drone Love

Drones love at a distance. With bombs. It is the only gesture they are capable of making. Clumsy things. They spy their beloveds below and send down tender missiles. Their drone hearts swell to bursting as they glide above the subsequent explosions. Their lovers are vapour, haze, charred body parts, flung high into the sky. Close. Not close enough.

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