i decide to go to space when i have had enough of Earth
i think it is a good idea
i am used to being lonely
i am okay with the idea of a mission
in which you never look back
in five years
the ship explodes
i cannot breathe
my skin it burns
but i am still here
i close my eyes
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
i am born again
YOU ARE READING
Love, Death
Short StoryA story told in poems, about a girl who becomes death. - Written for ESCAPRIL 2022.
