by Lena Judith Drake

When we got to the sky,
we didn't know the dust would cut our feet.
We could have brought shoes, where are our shoes?
Trash piles from planets with no oxygen to light.

My hand's twenty-seven bones fracture
into an exploding star.

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Writers Bio

Lena Judith Drake is the editor-in-chief of Breadcrumb Scabs magazine.

For more information and/or previous publications, please visit her personal website.

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