I’m cut loose, silk-thread tether burned away no suit, no skin, just meat and memory spinning slow cartwheel through the black milk stars like pinholes in God’s rotting curtain Fingers splay, frostbite kisses bloom blue lungs full of nothing that still tries to scream every exhale a ghost I’ll never catch my name already dissolving into static Mother’s voice loops in the marrow — “keep your neck warm” — a ridiculous thought here where cold is a cathedral and silence fucks you in frozen time I see the ship, a shrinking toy of light then nothing, then everything galaxies wearing my face for a second before they chew it off with patient gravity No panic left, just the long kiss of vacuum on the soft parts I open my mouth and swallow the dark let it name me let it own the last warm drop Floating still floating home.
