Reflections
I see myself, the man of flesh
I see the capsuleer
I see my hands
I see drone-like metal extensions
I feel my skin
I feel the coldness of a metal shell
I feel the chill air in my lungs
I feel the burning feeling of decompression
I see the darkness, my eyes closed
I see the flaring light of explosions
I see crystal-clean water
I see the blood of the people I killed forever
I see myself
I see the capsuleer
I see the murderer
I see the immortal
I see the mortal inside
I see me
Just a dream or something more? I don’t know.
I’d like to submit this for the YC 119 New Eden Capsuleer Writing Contest for the Poetry category. Thank you.