N - Olive
By rokkitnite
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
- 1225 reads
When two coarse-hewn men
in dust-blanched overalls
dragged her from the chalky debris
She was smiling.
Her skin was the colour
of shrink
wrapped
olives
The stump of her right arm
Blackcurrant.
A disinterred pipe
pointed skyward
like
splintered bone.
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