A tiny dot on a piece of paper.
Too much for one small body’s initiation
Into the acidic abyss
So, he cut it in half, twice.

It would have been a bad trip.

The bowl glowed with embers
Burning like a red star in some distant galaxy.
Mesmerized, she sucked the plume until it died.

Then choked on the exhaust.

Her mind was not her own.
And he, the devil’s son, smiled a vicious grin
As he led her to his lair.

She couldn’t stay inside.

From above, she saw herself,
Then flew to outer space
Like a helium balloon

Held down with a rope of pure gold.

Speeding past the moon and Mars,
Skirting the rings of Saturn
Before seeing the swirling system

Hurling through the galaxy of distant stars.

“What might I find at the edge?”
She asked herself as she sped through emptiness.
“Is it a wall? Just more space? Or nothing.”

“Keep going and the cord will break,” spoke the dark before her.

She willed herself to turn and look.
Swirling behind her, every universe with galaxies within
Danced along a rhombus strip.

“Life is never ending,” she heard herself speak.