O Zone

I’m pressed up against your atmosphere

Spread-eagled, sprawled

Gazing longingly at your world

I want to get closer but

You are miles away and I would kill your air if I got any closer

There are holes in this o zone

And I can’t fill them or pass through

I’m neither here or there

Hot, cold air.

Cold. So cold.

If I look behind me there is endless black

So I stay.

Face squashed against the one thing you can’t live without

And the only thing keeping me here.

(C) Slumpless

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