Orbital Promise- Amanda Thomas

By Amanda Thomas

I don’t want our world. 

Enfold me in the cardinal dawn  

and let me be reborn.  

Lift me  

to the realm where people are angels  

not monsters. 


I give my love freely.  

And does that make me  

            weak, not strong 

and does that make me 

                empty, not full. 

[Of course.] 


Gift me an escape but  

[I’m stupid like that.] 

I will return 


I question the orbital promise.  

Karma. Fate. Saturn’s flawless rings. 

Everything turning back around. 


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