Fighting against these stupid currents once again.
The change and peace I long for is impossibly far,
Straight off the horizon and
Two light years away.
In that randomly created and murdered star, I see
A life I know I can't have yet:
A daughter, a lover, and a smile.
Now, though... Now I feel swarmed by thousands of bees,
Each thought running through my head is a sting that welts on my skin.
I try to heal, but the water rushing at my legs as I stand in the river
Turns to acid
And erodes my bones. I am held up by the memory of the
Perfect body I once had.
The curve and color washing off for the first time in years.