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Ephemeral By Allyssa Ria Paz Illustration by Nesli Sanchez
we are wingless delicate little figures trapped between the cracks of dawn of dying stars and
new beginnings
awaiting for the sun to reign in its place
skies split
open for light
with hands tied and feet fettered eyes the color of rotten peach pits tears, spilling
on cheeks just as red
people are
unkempt hurricanes
swirling like mixed bitter and blue of sorrow, of longing in a world of perpetual walls
cotton candies
