Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Final Frontier

by Sonja Nitschke

Stars are worlds, space a soundless ocean. People have tentacles instead of hands. Everything is different.

I'm holding him in my arms wishing he'll come back. He won't because there's a hole instead of a heart.

He's just one of many. Nobody remembers if it was a tentacle or finger that pulled the first trigger.

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