A wire tree,
spindles into the sky, its black
trunk burrowing into desert grass,
its claws stretching
for the lush ocean of sky.
The marble moon glows blue
upon a screaming wolf,
hackles raised,
howling into the smearing paint
of the night.
Constellations listen;
they flow from glowing freckle
to glowing freckle,
connected in their blinking
but worlds apart.
Photo by Henry & Co. on Unsplash
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Rachel Sandell is a writer and editor from Washington State, where rainy days necessitate long books, hot chocolate, and plenty of magic. Though she specializes in speculative fiction and harbors a love for the dark and enchanting, she also dabbles in poetry and is the archive project coordinator for Fireweed: Poetry of Oregon. She is an MFA graduate from the Rainier Writing Workshop, and her short stories have appeared in SORTES magazine, Night Picnic Press, and Leading Edge magazine.
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