The night sky was slit, a gash torn open
A mass of veins revealed.
Nerves crackled, blood pumped warm and fast Through our timeless, tireless network
Astonished, we gazed upwards. The roads we can’t walk were alive, cut through the sky.
The night tries,
But it can’t forever stem the flow, our pulsation
Through the vessels, those vital pathways
Which will carry us together once again.
By Emma Fielder