She said she only dates aliens. I said I am an alien. Life itself oozes from incisions on her body. I swear I am done with homo Sapiens. I now avoid crevices that don't harbour the cradle of mankind.
She took a step back, I was her vintage point to the picture of survival. She loved the book but the words painted scary images of death and heartache. In a dark room I touched her hand and what I felt was a cold surface.
She now lives forever and life has become a curse. Love is a carrion and she scavenges on it. The succulence is addictive. She became a toxin to the natives of the new world. I watch with content, I have finally touched her soul. Her smile is the equivalent to the rising sun.
I tried... I swear I am done with homo sapiens. Another extraterrestrial made it past my watchful eye to claim her soul, she allowed it. I cried tears of dry sand. I feel foolish, am I foolish? Loving a woman who loves another... I swear I am done with homo sapiens. - Menzi Buthelezi
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Planet Alexythemia
PoetryImagine a world that has run out of emotion. how would you survive? an extraterrestrial tries to.
