pulp

by Ruben Mejia

i left home today, 

championing solace in the unknown. 

scars on my hands reminding me where i hail and where i am to be. 

my heart, my guide 

my gut the judge, 

jury and executioner. 

i have been plagued, 

for i hear cries from my lover across galaxies. 

i’ve had dreams of atlantis, 

thoughts of the underworld, 

and remember a time 

when the gates of paradise 

were the least of my worries. 

it wasn’t until i returned home, that i realized: 

i fear no dog, 

i am no stranger to desolation and there is no end, 

so infinity ceases to exist. 

let this be my final warning 

to all realms.