Skyscape

• By Ellie Aquilanti (she/her)
• Art “Wyrmhole” by Caden Luke (he/they)

She dreams of
Blue-streaked skies

       And brisk wind,
       Lifting her

                                        Up,
                    Up,
Up.

                                                            Gentle but
                                                            Crisp,
                                                            Stinging soft
                                                            Cheeks with their chill.

                                                                             No weight dragging her,

                                                                             Down,

                                                                                      Down,

                                                                                                 Down.

                                                                                                          Ties untied
                                                                                                          In flight.
                                                                             She is alone.
                                                       She soars,
                                                       Skimming
                                                       The misty banks as
                                                       Ultramarine roads
                                                       Morph into a morning
                                                       Cerulean.

                       Unending,

                                       Unfolding,

                                                       Enveloping.

                                                                                                 With eyes closed,
                                                                                                 She is free.