i. she’s a universe of beauty; born of moondust, made of stars. supernovae in her eyes, planets in her hands, galaxies in her soul.

ii. a stellar femme fatale, she seduces you with the way her hair flows, as if there was no atmosphere.

iii. in foreign tongues, she tells you that if you wish, she will take you to a paradise of planet systems and moons; a place where you can be free of all your troubles.

iv. you follow her, for she is breathtaking, maybe a little too much. in a literal manner, she takes your breath away as the two of you float through infinity.

v. ‘foolish terrestrial, had you forgotten that earthlings cannot breathe in space?’ she asks, a wicked grin on her face as yours turns purple—the color of her madness.

vi. the alien femme fatale waves you goodbye as she flies away. lifeless and broken, your body floats through eternity.

vii. she’s a universe of beauty; born of moondust, made of stars. supernovae in her eyes, planets in her hands, galaxies in her soul, a black hole in her heart.