Cube Girl

Cube Girl (Based on the same titled short story by me. It is not a true story so don’t be alarmed.) I’m 19 and a woman in space Meandering out for centuries I fear there’s no way back For sure I didn't get here alone Most view me as a girl. They do not matter. They have long since vanished in the winds of time And with them all their kind Folding them neatly into the fabric of existence And kissing them good-bye My sojourn out here eclipsed all other matters Disconcerting things I can’t explain Like being imprisoned as a cold dark cube Is what I became, Is what I am Who gets themselves in such a state? This prevailing condition of not being myself Preoccupies the immediacy of the moment I must have fallen to sleep to turn into such a thing My Breasts are hard. My nipples are soft but sore But everything about me and within me is metallic I have no interest in men or women or so I thought My lower extremities are in a fever In a liquefied state forever. I must be coming down with something. There is no training for such girl things out here I think If there is anything to be done It should be to keep myself occupied and quiet No need to panic in deep space when in a cube state Or is it cube shape? Activities, hobbies, come to mind, to keep me sane. Feelings keep me on edge out in the ends of space Once there was a computer that made me feel at ease It kept me balanced, at peace, like family But then, there is no proof I must have dreamed up humanity and machines Perhaps I've always been a product of the stars They gave me birth I am their only child Cosmic bodies rolling on the void Not of this or any other world I am cube girl