the promise keepers wife and the standover man

because its all about sticky bangs and glazed eyes. new skin and hip bones. you'd call it "under the knife." but i'd say more like the scalpel because you are indeed precise. sometimes i arrive too early. i rush. and some people cling longer to life than expected. it was a beautiful thing in some ways. the plane was still coughing. smoke leaking from both its lungs. when it crashed, three deep gashes were made in the earth. its wings were now sawn-off arms. no more flapping. not for this metalic little bird. after a few minutes, the smoke exahausted itself. there was nothing left to give.