the girl in the spacesuit,
she haunts my dreams.

my ever-deepening thoughts are
building homes on the vacant plot of grass

that is my mind.

the girl in the spacesuit whispers her warnings

she tells me i am dying.

shows me photographs of the black
that i am riding gallantly towards.

on the back of a black horse.

the smoke is the only thing under the sun,
that will put her to sleep.

she keeps screaming to determine,
just how far her voice will carry.

or perhaps she is screaming
to someone on the shore.

begging them to relieve her of constant

seasickness.

because the girl in the spacesuit
is leagues and leagues under the sea.
trying to untie the recurring knot.

she is obscure, yet familiar
she plagues my mortal brain.

one dark evening
her face ascended from the skylight

of a crowded ballroom.

******* and
you.

**** that glass room under the sea.

**** the day that they told me,
the girl in the spacesuit was me.