Coloniam Somnia
Bianca
Alu-Marr
The colony
buzzed with emotion,
as
the fake rain misted down on my face.
I
wish I had enough
declats to get some food,
But
instead I take comfort in my pristine emptiness,
besides
the beer Hoxtu gave me for kissing him.
I’m
buzzed because
nothing is in my stomach
‘cept
beer and youth,
and the danger of a city teeming with
ugly aliens.
My arm is
bumpy and green just
as it should be,
but I look around and all I see is
a
sea of pink and brown anymore.
Those aliens
stink up the city
with their
hairless
bizarre skin
and giant eyes.
I weave and
bob into them
delighting in
the cries of surprise and fear.
My three
sturdy legs, bowing
under the weight
of life.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll gorbort my
hair and
wash my long spelets.
But today
I’m dirty and
special,
the smell of native flesh,
rushing
free amongst slaves.