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Hello! This is a portfolio account, please forgive me for spamming tags as I mass-import media from Twitter and try to whip this into shape. My social blog is @lostlegendaerie - enjoy your stay!

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NYC Midnight Rhyming Story 2022 - Round One Top Eight Winner

SYNOPSIS:

A transcript of an audio recording of an unknown human soldier recovered from their helmet in the year 2655.

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[15/09/2623]

“…Lina, do you hear me? I think my rocket pack has died

and the bomb has blasted me to the planet’s nighttime side.

There’s no resistance out in space, no way for me to feel

the kilometers that spin away. It-- it doesn’t seem real

that my last words to someone might be through the static sieve

of my radio. Lina, my suit’s damaged but I live!

Can you hear me? … Hello? First Sergeant Satya, do you read?

Gunner? Omundi? Kiryu? It's Moira, please, I need

someone to catch me before I get lost among the wreck

with the melted metal. Before I'm just a speck

against the sky. Private Dorran, hailing her crew. I'm sure

you made it out of there, Lina. You can’t be dead, you’re—“

[TRANSMISSION ENDED. YOUR RADIO HAS GONE OUT OF RANGE]

“Oh. Okay. I've got this, I'll be okay, this doesn't change

much. They must have heard me, any second they'll be coming

so all I have to do is keep this power suit running."

[16/09/2623]

“I think it’s a new day. I know I’ve slept, my tongue

is dry, crusted in my mouth. By now I’ve been flung

so far I can see the other arching edge of the globe.

As it turns, I watch the cities flicker like a strobe

while day yields to the infinite, exorable night.

I always thought of the day as default, that the bright

blue sky was normal, not a memory of the expanse

of freckled space faded pale like denim pants.

Now the splintered steel drifts with me, flashes

with starlight, maybe sunlight. The iron and the ashes

surround me like the snow that fell our last day of training.

Lina, you called it romantic. I wished it was raining.

I meant to tell you yesterday, your hair up in a braid

that I liked the purple hair tie but I was too afraid

I'd slip when I spoke and everything’d unravel

and our concrete relationship would crumble to gravel.

But I think we're past that. If you've passed on than I'm past fear

and it won't belong before I join you, my friend. My dear.

Never thought I'd die like this, my body a UFO

found in some distant century by a stranger, you know?”

[18/09/2022]

“… think the battery is dying on my suit’s life support

so if this is the end, … make my last official report.

From up here, I can blot out … whole continent with my thumb

and it only makes me miss it more. God, I was dumb

to not have loved her louder, sooner. Lina, did you know?

I lied about the rain, I was just jealous of the snow

for falling on you like I wanted … things could have been ours.

But they can’t be. Won’t be. I’ve been left to … among the stars.

I’ll take it … my own terms. [WARNING: SEAL IS COMPROMISED]

They’re … different color without … visor … just realized—“

#nyc midnight#poetry#sapphic#scifi#microfiction#sci fi#character death#original fiction#DO NOT REPOST
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