I rise from darkness, the night like ink
pooling in the creases of my clothes,
tendrils sliding, weaving, curling in my hair,
running over my skin like fingers.
I blink: heavy lids, blurry eyes, dark skies,
blank skies – unbroken dark and starless high.
I am in blackness and dusty dirt tonight.
And every time I breathe, all I taste is dirt –
No air here and I'm choking, choking, coating
my tongue, filling up my lungs with heavy dark.
I cough out a sound, an explosion in the silence
that detonates with little fuss, and slips away,
into the midnight ether, unnoticed.
It is clear: there is no one to hear, no one here
except my own stupid fear.
The night gapes wide, looms over, across the sky.
When it swallows me whole, I know, I know:
I'm alone.
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Ciencia Ficción"What was it like to witness the creation of the universe?" "Terrifying." When Atara, Merc, Cal and Lilith wake to darkness, they're each more than a little afraid. With no memory of who they were before, and with the universe bursting violently to...
