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Abort Mission

They told me to be honest,

To be open thighs wide

So that they could examine my insides

And calculate the damage with instruments

Being held by gloved digits.

I told them how I had been abducted

And was taken to a dark place in a dead space

Where haunting cries echoed throughout the empty spaceship.

No star light reached these far ends of the galaxy

Where I floated around meteors

Taking turns to shower upon my skin.

I told them I had become an astronaut.

That I had been forced to ride the rockets

Until ejaculations ejected me forward

Into the spray of someone's milky way.

I told them that turbulence meant more than crashing into rocky terrain,

But would also mean asteroids hitting me below the belt

Until my black holes learned to swallow wrists with ease.

I told them that double standards penetrated poles within my craters,

Staking claims to orbit my body

Until lack of gravity pulled them away

To allow another satellite to revolve around my moon.

I explained that their hands roved over my skin,

Trying to find ways to terraform me

To become a place for them to enjoy

Whenever the stars aligned properly.

I told them that outer space is so cold.

People are not meant to be in such dark places

Where the chill sits across your skin

Until it probes a hole into your heart

And burns your skin with shame

That rivals the sun you have craved for.

They asked me how did I return to earth,

And I whispered that Haley's comet comes once in a lifetime

And since I didn't want to lose my life's time,

I grabbed ahold of the tail's end

And kept going even when my body

Barely had enough oxygen to get through the atmosphere.

They were as silent as the sky had been on the return home

But held a warmth that I had almost forgotten.

They were saddened by my journey.

They quietly told me that I did not come back alone

And in far away voices asked me,

Would I like to abort this mission?

Here at The Found Sheep, we stand with love and we believe human life is sacred from conception to its natural end; and that we must have concern for the physical and spiritual needs of our fellowmen.

Psalm 139:13; Isaiah 49:1; Jeremiah 1:5; Matthew 22:37-39; Romans 12:20-21; Galatians 6:10.

If you're in a season of your life where you're faced with this decision, please chose hope. For additional support, check out this site

TFSx Conduit


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