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
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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