Whispers and Echoes

I wanna wear a starry crown

jangle jewels of joy, let my soul shine

despite the flawed design;

seeds scattered in darkness

survive underground.

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Galaxies grown in utero

birthed before dragon’s eyes,

father and mother disguised,

cruise an onyx sea

sailed seven billion years ago.

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 K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer who enjoys penning fantasy, science-fiction, and horror while traveling the world. She’s recently been published in Luna Station Quarterly and Last Girl’s Club. Check out her Yardsale of Thoughts at khartless.com or follow her haiku habit on Twitter @hartless_k.

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, February 2023