I am an alien, she is an atheist

what makes us so damn different.

why do her bones

press on my brain,

why am I growing

with nothing to show.

you cannot touch me

she will not love me,

why do I beg

for two halves to be whole.

I'd rather she hit me

and deal the blow swiftly,

my skin cannot stretch

I'll crack and I'll groan.

I don't know what I'm doing

no consequences, no ruin

hands clutch for hands

my heart jumps - then I'm spewing

I am an alien, she is an atheist

what makes us so damn unbelievable.

Words: Alexandra Packer

Image credit: Alexandra Packer