Poetry "The Rift"

[PixelParalysis]

Danger in the Aerospace
The droplets growing sharp
A charming and alluring place
I pluck a detuned harp
The melody won't carry
The atmosphere too thin
I swallow up the worries
Then It dribbles down my chin
Escapism is easy
When your wonders are so wide
I cut open my beefy host
And then I crawl inside
The rot will keep me warm
The stink will keep me sane
I'm rejected from the orbit
I am drifting through the pain
Since I've been dislodged
I remember zero faces
The places I had been before
Are now all plain and nameless
Was I ever grounded here
Or was I doomed to drift
Still this my eternity
Stuck questioning the rift

 

[Hannah Capps]

I cut open my beefy host
And then I crawl inside

I loved this part! I felt it in my bones! Might I sudgest crawling inside a chest cavity/ribcage and making a home inside behind a heart where you can stay warm/safe forever? Instead of a cliche of a broken heart, why not a broken chest? Or something to that effect? Love it, great start. Keep writing. Love it.