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I am an alien, she is an atheist

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

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