engines
throb and moan
someone
mouths the magic words
* slingshot
effect *
and we
begin the long, terrifying fall
but as the
flaming limb of the sun
swells to
fill our entire field of vision
its gentle
curve slowly flattening
into a
molten horizon
I can’t
stop myself from thinking –
they don’t
make an SPF
high enough
for
this shit.
(Originally appeared in Issue 11 of Aberration Labyrinth)
