• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 11

don’t look back

sitting crossed legged in the pleasance
rotating antennae touching space
i listened as she slowly started to rise
heat under the emptiness — shushing golden language
perpetually dressed in red galactic shrapnel
ripping space for silence
apple pink magnification at low orbit thrust
bearing speeds beamed in 1.3 seconds
she left her memories 400,000 km ago for safe keeping
my little pomodoro kicked light reflected off eyes
heading into a body of infinite time