Written by Elisabeth Gail.
Crawling across the sky
Dense Citrine clouds
Everywhere. Are we there yet?
Forced into the desert
Glowing with a bright emptiness
Hinged on us not knowing—
(Isn’t believing knowing?)
Just like outside, the dead are
Killing time while they’re breathing
Lighting cigarettes
Making sure it comes soon
Nothingness. Emptiness. Are we there yet?
Oceans of
Parched souls, un-
Quenchable, full of
Remorse and something else,
Something like their surroundings—
Terrifying. Are we there yet?
Unbeknownst to us
Vacancy fills our bodies, our minds
We’re too far
Xanthic skin and
Yellow eyes
Zeus lives here, or somewhere else
Are we there yet?
Begin again,
Crawling—
Elisabeth’s work appears in the Power, Forward, Colour, and Ethereal editions of WORDLY Magazine.
