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DO NOT IMAGINEBy Mari Ness

Mari Ness’ fiction and poetry have appeared in multiple print and online publications, including Clarkesworld, Fantasy Magazine, Shine: An Anthology of Optimistic Science Fiction, Goblin Fruit, and Ideomancer. Further small insights into her mind and work can be found at: mariness.livejournal.com, and on Twitter at: mari_ness. She lives in central Florida, and openly admits to being rather grateful that the streetlight at the end of the block keeps monsters away at night.

You, in your long, grey shipsof cold rationality and hard mathematics,shimmering along the path of light,bending time in your starswept path:Do not imagine yourselves free of madness.Not the rich, pulsing joy of winedrunk dance,nor the madness that lets poets speak to starsand hear songs from the dripping watersof rain caught upon roofs of steel,or the cold, silent songspulsing from the deep.Not the madness of high towers,of concrete poured over pulsing grass,or the frenzy of human dance,of instruments and drums,singers chanting in the dark,collapsing with the sun.Those are the insanities of earth,the madness that only earth and watercan beat into bone and brain.But the madness of the dark,the madness of the silent stars,the madness of the dark matterthat will move upon your ships—Do not imagine yourselves so free.Do not imagine that in this darkness,nothing awaits.Do not imagine that no onewill hear you scream.In the spaces between stars,our tentacles pulse.We see your grey shipsand thirst.We eat upon human screams,and in the shadows of the stars,we hunger,hunger.The bright stars in all their frenzyhide us well.We hunger. We hunger.You cannot imagine.