Two Pieces
Josh Calvano
In Space
I to sometimes feel like
I'm coated in a black carapace
like the xenomorphs
like there is acid in my blood
dissolving my faith
burning
the holy spirit
left in a cold orbit
around a dying sun
a celestial body long forgotten
by the hands that created it
you think we will ever meet them?
Rip Rider
Crash down immanent!
you are a real cosmonaut kid, one hell of a star child
mission controls voice echoes in your earpiece
you're doing us a real solid one for embarking on this mission to outside of reality
sweat is pouring from your body and your heart is pounding in your chest
pressed back in your seat as the machinery in the shuttle begins to trigger its death rattle of alarms
as you unravel like thread
revealing your scalding hot core
the space craft breaks apart
feel the ripping of reality
as you turn into a cosmic bullet streaking across the heavens
Josh Calvano works as a supervisor at LEGO in Canada's capital of Ottawa, When he is not doing that he enjoys long walks into the void and browsing the internet. He has had work published in Exposed Bone and Bruiser magazine.