by Emory Ellis
Android lullabies murmured
in curtains of dusk. Beyond
the reach of oozing tissue—
What we become when we float
instead of dream. I see us
now as the fawn cleaved from its
mother by steel. Its vein wires
the carbon gods hear the sizzle
of our exposed arteries.
Almost as burnt as fraying cables
through clenched fists and folded knees.
Here in the blackout of all is
still but the sight beating of
electric chambers. Seeping
out static. Dimming the fawn’s cries
with ignited currents.
Here I can be nothing. Here
I can be as still as the
doe. Waking empty and cold.
Emory (they/them) is a high school senior heading to Kenyon College for university. They're mainly a poet, but also occasionally dabble in the arts and have a soft spot for watercolor in particular. They believe the arts are important for transcending the boundaries between people within society.