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.