A Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
Cardiac Arrest Maybe that's why I can never escape Screws and bolts falling from every part of me.
Constant maintenance so I don't fall apart.
Old memories turning into nightmares.
"Who was that?" "Why can't I find myself"
The doctor closes the curtains, ominously. He reads out your results. The room goes black - your heart rate increases more than usual. Thoughts race - your chest tightens. You start to struggle to breathe.
But no one can see you in the dark.
He says "there's only one way for you to survive" You scream "I don't want to become a robot" The doctor says "You don't have a choice" as your heart flat-lines and they rush you to surgery immediately.
But all you remember is the rush - bright flashes, the pain from being cut open and operated on.
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