I'm running out of rocket fuel
Otherworldly atmosphere within me is diminishing rapidly
I lose my interstellar breath
How have I not acclimated yet?
My gills are slow at developing
I swallow mad gulps of this dense ether
I call home on the shawty makeshift devices I scramble to construct
It's a weak faint signal at best
Transmission is a broken morse code
Occasional flashes come through
A glimpse of a faint remembrance of my origin
I know you're out there somewhere

My bones were vibrating,
Grinding the bite out of my teeth.
My arms wrapped around my stomach
Tighter than a boa constrictor
Trying to stop the shaking
The vibrating
Originating in the pit of my hopeless stomach.
The churning black hole that could erupt at one twitch.
I ****** at the side of my finger,
Avoiding the nausia,
And avoiding the acid nipping at my tonsils.
Chewing away at my bouncing teeth.
My hunched back leaned against the brick,
Spine curved into my shoulders
Enclosing my frozen chest,
My nose threatening to fall off.
And at that time
I wanted to be anywhere
Just to
Get away
From
There.

Sitting at the edge
Of the dock
And looking at
The water below,
A little bit of nausia
Creeping up my throat,
I wonder how you feel
About all the lies you told
Before remembering
That it doesn't even
Really matter

(I also wonder sometimes
If you know
How many spiteful poems
I write about you
While you're laughing with me
From the next room)