Martians

What would our lives

Involve on a planet

We evolved to survive?

Are our current threats

Legitimate concerns, or

Have we grown numb

To the harsh realities

Of survival?

Has luxurious living

Weakened our instincts?

Would we be able to

Adapt and thrive

Or would we be

A cautionary tale

Of the dangers of comfort?

Asphyxiation Fixation

An ink scarred hand

Clutching my throat

With the slightest pressure

Causing my windpipes

To be silent

As the image of you

On top of me

Pinning me down

And leaving me without oxygen

Is forever engraved

In the deepest and most sacred

Cavities of my brain.