kepler-186f by Rebecca Bell
Published November 29, 2020
Your hand in mine, we’re hitched to pure sunlight
sights set on the furthest corner of space.
Let’s skip asteroids on planets, burn scars
white like yours, kiss dust trails goodbye, embrace
pitch-black nothingness, void still less empty
than you, you say. The universe will lose
black holes one day, silence beyond silence.
Swim with me between scattered galaxies,
beyond boundaries to those uncharted
waves of trembling inexistence and cease
to exist, where time folds in on itself—
But first, let me trace lines along your flesh
freckle to freckle, wrist luminous with
constellations brighter than Sirius—
look closer, sweet friend, at your star-filled skin.
Starless skies still hide fragments of something
in muddled nothings; there is more for us.
Rebecca Bell was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. She graduated from Southeast Missouri State University with a BA in English and a BS in Psychology. Her debut short story “Lava Games” was published in the Journey Literary Magazine in 2017 and won first place for fiction in the Katherine Hinchey Cochran Writing Achievement Awards that same year.
You can find her on Twitter @belkastle.