No light penetrates, waving goodbye at the entrance.
Like a monarch, it emerges at the other end.
In the flap of a wing, new possibilities unfurl.
Going back, the world is empty.
Explored to a husk.
No light penetrates, waving goodbye at the entrance.
Like a monarch, it emerges at the other end.
In the flap of a wing, new possibilities unfurl.
Going back, the world is empty.
Explored to a husk.
A wingspan of ash, she scours the sky for signs of a way forward.
Beneath, the writhing landscape of a future so foreign we cannot yet comprehend which color she will be.
Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
Turned into fragility,
We gasp as moon swallows sun.
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