Jun 19 2009
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Citalopram Science Fiction
Citalopram science fiction
Horror plot
Channeling Ripley
Believe it or not
Emergency lights
Smoke and oil
Bloodstained bulkheads
Female corpse
In a placental sack
Above my bed
Not truly dead
As she opens her eyes
We run farther down the hall
With no safety in sight
A star on the event horizon
Sends a shaft of light
Through safety glass windows
Illuminating perpetual night
Absolute zero
Like my insides
Which will be outside
When they flay me alive
Rend us limb from limb
We float over the floor
Tiny scarlet planets
A universe born when we’re no more
-Ghost Writer
