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  • Writer's pictureIlin Shieh

Ode to Andromeda


Bare bones like white-knuckled branches. Sore. Aching

Reaching for the sky.

Day has fallen, shadows long

Casting a web of loss.

Betrayal and abandonment on infinity loop, painfully unoriginal

Chains rattling in darkness, plunge into the light that is hell.

Blood boils in rage of nothingness

Pray for the alchemy of dawn.

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