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Terrill was not honest with us about the reason that he was sent on the extra planetary ship to
earth. He came to us with that same old same old alien to human "I come in peace" nonsense. And we, being schmucks, ate it up. We wanted to appear enlightened and accepting. We wanted to think a superior being had traveled light years just to commune with us because we were that special. It's not like he was a lizard man who wanted to eat us. And he wasn't trying to repopulate the planet or anything with a race of mutant aliens. (In case you were concerned about that.) Really, it was simpler than that. Governmentally, things had gotten out of hand on his home planet, El. Terrill was a con man, a prisoner, and, to prevent crime, his planet's government had adopted a three strikes you're out policy. So third crime, no matter what it was, meant that you went to prison for life. my ancestors they feared
the world that birthed them – but I set it on fire. now I watch from the skies, as my children burn. now these are the things without all remedy, when they were once without regard. I will never speak to my father
again. I will die on this hill. Except I will not. I will die in an alien country, oceans away from the monsters who claim they are my family. I will die afloat in the Milky Way, lightyears away from the family of monsters who are claiming me. I will die sweet and effervescent, leagues away from the claim this monstrous family is pressing about me. Will they even live to see me die again? We are a lonely people in a crowded room
Gasping for any air left Screaming for any echo left In the 4 walls covered by societal norms Gasping for any air left- Drowning in expectation Lungs looking for any air-any freedom left Screaming for any echo left- A room so crowded a voice will not stand chance against expectations As expectations are smeared like graffiti with no eraser in sight when spring returns,
she shall, by fairy hands, honor Freedom, the weeping hermit. had we time, i would love her, for she deserves eternity. darling, my darling, do you notice what hath remained? time matters. i have seen fortune and from her shoulders her loose gown did fall it was no dream. she has left me with brightness, with subtle magic in her nearness, soft as spring wind. Icarus Grey made their publication debut recently as the third place winner of Empyrean Literary Magazine's summer '23 poetry contest. When not throwing words together and hoping for the best, they dream of one day learning to play the banjo. |