Division by Zero

i.) is this darkness in you, too? / have you passed through this night?

June 26th, 2018 Death finds us above the world and brushes her knuckles along the Aphelion’s hull like an executioner testing rope before a hanging. She knows pressure has a language. Given enough of it, placed well, even star-forged metal will open. We plunge toward Earth like a fallen seraph; night folds itself over the moon and pulls the stars into its mouth.

iii.) i’m drowning here on solid ground / i’ll step lightly lest I grow tired of the search for the cure for apathy, was it her?

June 28th, 2018 Bad girl. Bad wolf. Bad dog. That’s what their eyes say when I lean in and breathe them, when I let my nose do what it was made for. Men don’t like being sniffed. They like to believe they are the ones doing the choosing. They try to pretty me into something harmless. Cherry-cola mouth. Bubblegum voice. Strawberry-lemonade cheeks. Hands they call delicate.