Up On The Gallows

Poem 1 Minute

Landlord, hiβ€”
What are you doing here?

First time?

Wh-wh…what?

He’s had me up here already,
But do you know what he did?

…What??

He shipped me here to Mars,

But…why, why are we here!?

Lower gravity;

In one-third gravity your body weight alone is not enough to break your neck,
So you choke to death, slowly.

(You would choke instantly anyway, since there’s no air,
But of course I put them in an oxygen-rich habitation dome πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜›).

πŸŒͺ

Published by 𝑹𝒐𝑩𝑰𝑡 πŸͺ

I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :). Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaβ€” usually with an optimistic slant. My goals for my blog are to give myself a therapeutic, creative outlet whilst also being able to connect with and relate to other people.

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