Written by Ari Chattoo
Art by Daniel Gran
tender is the heart that aches past the midnight hour;
soft are the lungs
that strain for breath.
the soul is erased in the rush for life,
and civil hands and civil blood,
are besmirched.
yet in this strife i hope
that your dreams persist.
that you rest as easy as you bloom.
for when the fog clears and
the petals have fallen,
you will have the strength
to live again.
outlander zine 