It’s a land of broken things
Where she reigns
Crumpled letters, twisted strings
Old charades
Swaying nettles, creeping weeds
Overgrown
Under all the tears she weeps
On her throne
It’s a place with no address
Misty grey
In her faded wedding dress
Stitches fray
In the night, when silent crows
Come in swarms
She unravels in the throes
Of her wars
In her heart she’s locked the still
Muted sun
All her lullabies that will
Stay unsung
All the childish spells she makes
To erase
The forsaken endless maze
Where she reigns
Illustration by Maja Lindberg