By Molly Fyde
I’m alone and surrounded
by nasty beasts that
heckle & snort
Gassy giants orbiting themselves
swirling with the hubris
of a false gravity
Pits in the fabric of space and time
revulsion != repulsion
They suck
Dragging me down, crushing
I yearn for a near-miss
to sling me clear
Like a satellite doomed
But not for nothing
for greatness!