Glowing And Sassy Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

I built a rocket named
...Suicide
and for 3 years, got lost in space
I gave in to the madness
and the blue-eyed abyss
My rocket ran out of fuel
and he was kind enough to replace it with
...Shame
I got shamed for petty things daily
I forgot who I was before the suit,
before gravity was ripped from my vocabulary
and I mastered the art of drifting
I forgot who I was before
the empty, empty, empty stars
wished upon themselves

The Moon said my spine was out of order
yet everything was in its place
The moon said a poet must drift sometimes
and I could only blame myself
for building the rocket

I told the Moon tonight,
'Don't think I won't reach up there
and slap your sassy @ss'