The Last Few Neurons Fire
The air feels dark.
What a curse
to know I'm alone
the last on the ship
drifting through space.
The ice creeps up my hand
I know I didn't make it -
when the rubble hit
a hole broke through
and the universe became silent.
Let me float amongst the stars and freeze,
at least I won't be there when Earth is vacant.
Copyright © Isabelle Saadatmand | Year Posted 2024
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