Writing by Gabriella Maio. Illustration by Polly Burnay.
Breaths turn pages, heaving past in whirls of colour,
Blind to these stages, the sketches steep in pallor,
Frozen in time ‘till one is passed along,
Notes isolate from the melody of the song,
For these fragments there is no time to wait,
The book has ended and left unmarked their fate,
A hundred clones breathing side by side,
Not knowing that space or time could be this wide,
At the end, there is no time to kill,
Unfolded, unfulfilled, they had fought until-
Breaths turn pages back in fleeting pallor
And the story stirs again, unbeknownst its power.