THE EARTH IS A STAR
The earth is a star. Only in my eyes, I suppose. From Venus, everything looks like a star.
The stars, real ones and the ones I made up, dance for the sun and moon. The sun requests the purest aura. But the moon beckons a much more complex ambience.
I feel more like myself when the moon hosts the star lit sky. Maybe I just have too much time to think.
I am the only inhabitant of Venus. I barely recognize the sound of my voice when I speak. I wander and wander and wander. The queen of the void.
I am not human, but I know I could be.
There’s a hollowness in me, carved out by immense loneliness. I try not to let it distract me from my wandering. I’ve circled this waste-planet numerous times. I think I could draw it from memory… Maybe I will attempt that tomorrow.
I add another tally in the scarlet sand, one for each day that dredges on. Nine thousand, four hundred and ninety-five tiny lines. Too many. I hope ten thousand will bring freedom. But my paranoia tells me it will be a curse.
I sweep my gaze around. The warm wind carries specks of crimson dust around me like a hurricane. My hair catches the cyclone, and for a split second, I could have taken flight. But as quickly as it starts, it ends.
I sigh and drag my feet through the dirt. There is nothing here that catches my eye. Venus looks as lonely as I feel. I sit upon a pile of boring, beige stone; it must be my throne. The granite is cool against my burning skin.
I look out at the vast unknown. I reach for the stars. They slide just out of my grasp. I want them to drift closer, so that I may latch onto one and ride it all the way to a new place. Somewherewith people, somewhere filled with love. My voice claws at my throat to escape, gritty and unafraid.
I scream.
Pure rage from my lonely heart, beating only to keep me—and this rage—alive.
I am just a girl and the earth is just a star.
#AlyssaMikuljan #creativeFiction #JessiWood #moon #paranoia #scarletSand #sky #star #story #Venus











