Soar Away My Queen

My heart’s a puppet,

and your words the puppeteer.

You tug the strings,

and all I can do is swing.

To be freed is what I want,

for manipulation isn’t any fun.

Mark my words when I say,

I will break away today.

And I would turn these broken strings into wings,

for I am not one who needs a king.

What I couldn’t see I’ve now seen,

And the voices they chime,

“Soar away my Queen”.

Cover illustration by Rlon Wang

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