Alrielle Viewegh

I Am Trapped in a Corner of the Universe Alrielle Viewegh

Your eyes meet mine, and I feel the walls start to close in. I begin to feel trapped, cornered like an animal. I know I am being hunted, so I must flee, be the prey you’ve forced me to be.

Suddenly my body feels effervescent when it is bathed under the light of the stars. I am catapulted into the inhuman embodiment of wanting to be wholly disembodied, yearning to disappear. I am an intergalactic wanderer, hoping to find something to hide me from your intrusive gaze. Your eyes prod and poke me like I’m a pig ready to be stuck. My only hope is to flee, run away among the stars, to escape you and your inescapable intrusion into my private sanctity. Yet my celestial being is simply trapped, reduced to my cold feet, forced to remain upon the ground.