Alien Death in Space

My life pod is drifting,
fuel spent, life support soon
to follow; my breathing
like a tattered moon
fighting against blackness.
Oblique rays of light
glint off composites,
while visuals ignite
in chaos.
Transmit last appeal
for transcendent uplink,
as oceans of teal
coolant melt data
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sadness>send

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