The Edge

She lived in a dome
on the edge
She had to bend her head to eat

which she kind of liked

a nod of respect to the scientists
that had struggled so hard to make
life in a bubble possible

she had sky living on the fringe

unlike the inner dome dwellers
tightly packed in rising towers
slivers of a spinetingling view
only available to the powerful

the rest enclosed in concrete and balconies

why do they have balconies
when there is nothing to see?
except the bundled body
of your neighbour across the way

It was always cold
saving energy on heat
and ordour filtration

bland 'user-friendly' foods

the fringe was dangerous
living on the edge in more ways than one

but the only way a ground dweller could have room
no space wasted

a tiny escape to a horizon bigger than your imagination
pressed against the perspex
at the back of a cupboard
feeling like you could fall into space
one small crack away from death

only the desperate live on the edge