top of page
Joy Yin
Poetry, QiXi
Hold me again & I am the
saddest girl to ever drop from
the heavens. Tumbling into your
arms, I am blameless. I was washing my
wings in the river when you
hid them, I am falling again. My
bones unspool into thread
upon the desert. Drown
me, river of stars.
One year, one bridge, but love
lengthens, just like all shadows — leaving.
So hold me open, like a fresh silk wound.
Hold me open & step in. Tell me it was all
worth it.
Bio: Joy Yin is a writer and poet. Her works are either forthcoming or already published in Skipping Stones Magazine, Pen&Quill, BRAWL Lit, and more. Joy is also the founder and EIC of Lacuna Vox, a youth literary magazine. She hopes her words can inspire you to create something new.
bottom of page