Space Cadet
Outer space seems so cold,
but I’m out,
floating about the stars
and it doesn’t seem so bad.
It’s quiet,
and I am told that nobody can hear you scream,
but I have no reason to scream,
no reason at all,
as I pass the amorphous clouds
of stars and gaseous forms,
and it seems almost perfect.
But,
it’s far from perfect
as I notice my quietly flailing limbs
and blood depressurizing in the vacuum
of the great beyond,
being pulled in every direction,
but not any direction in specific:
there seems to be no up, or down,
just the black that has enveloped
and taken my soul.
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