The Earth calls to me,
gravity tugging like an old chain
I’ve forgotten how to break—
her blue belly swollen, thick with storms.
My ship falls from heaven,
the black silent skin of space peels away,
and now—
Hell yawns wide below.
I ride this vessel like a meteor,
its metal skin shrieking
as the atmosphere claws and chews
at the freedom I thought I had.
Burning away, layer by layer,
my thoughts smolder, crackle, ash
like paper curling in flame.
The heat is rising—
my hands twitch at the controls
but there’s nothing to touch but fire.
I am a matchstick man
hurtling headlong into the heart of the world,
my soul a vapor trail fading,
burned to nothingness
before I even land.
Falling—
it feels like memory stripping itself bare.
No more weightless, no more stars.
The heavens let me go
and I drop—like Lucifer—
cast out, unmade,
flung into the furnace
to find some mortal ground.
The clouds eat me whole.
