Android lullabies murmured 
in curtains of dusk. Beyond 
the reach of oozing tissue—

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What we become when we float
instead of dream. I see us 
now as the fawn cleaved from its 

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mother by steel. Its vein wires 
malfunctioning. Hoping
the carbon gods hear the sizzle

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of our exposed arteries.
Almost as burnt as fraying cables 
transmitting prayers

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through clenched fists and folded knees.
Here in the blackout of all is
still but the sight beating of 

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electric chambers. Seeping
out static. Dimming the fawn’s cries 
with ignited currents.

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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.