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everything beautiful bleeds

i. 
we’re pushing 70 on 94, 
all cracked windows and no
tomorrows. the screaming wind biting
at our skin beneath
the bruised sun. 
we’re breathing now, but
time is a lonely broken bullet. 

ii. 
quiet now as we ghost
across the sapphire sea. 
daisy chain as rosary. 
daisy chain as escape rope. 

don’t look at her. 

she is no longer
the moon, she’s floating
in the tide. nature is the smoke
leaving the barrel. 

iii. 
the sun isn’t beautiful anymore, 
it stumbles. your mouth and
my mouth, they birthed
feathers once. now, 
we’re embalmed in honey. 

maybe we’re broken. 
maybe that’s okay.

About the Author

Casandra Robledo is a freshman at the University of Illinois at Chicago studying nursing. She has been published in the Red Shoes Review and enjoys poetry, smoothies and Clash of Clans.