Space is a haunted house, and we are its ghosts

The universe flees as fast as it can, stretching, expanding infinitesas we rattle our chainshungry to hurtle free of EarthIn the distance,black holes screamplanets combustbinary stars death spiraldesperate to escape our flesh-cursed-sentience,our haunted-haunting emptinessH.V. Patterson is a speculative poet, fiction writer, and playwright living in Oklahoma. Poetry credits include ETTT, Star*Line, Dwarf Stars, Haven Speculative, and Brave New Weird. You can find her on BlueSky: @hvpatterson, Instagram: @hvpattersonwriter, or at hvpatterson.com