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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