Hello, From The Men of the Indianola By Stephanie Cui

Hello, From The Men of the Indianola

August hailstorm — something reckless.
Every pilot, a brittle moon

snapping to attention. Now, we unleash
our grief, as if it were a dog. From here,

we cannot witness our arson
colored aftermath,

can only see a thick film of clouds.
Nothing lives at this altitude.

From here, dying resembles sand
in shallow water —

looks like natural phenomena.
What happens below is nothing

more than an afterthought.
We only did what was necessary

didn’t we?

By Stephanie Cui

Biography:

Stephanie Cui is a 16-year-old from Rochester, NY (not the city!) She enjoys photography and plans on studying graphic design in the near future. She has also worked as a stage manager!

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