My Daddy is an Alien and I am All

I love telling it like it is about earthlings and aliens. Y'see, my dad was an alien who abducted me at a very young age. We traveled to far-off galaxies and when we finally landed on our planet, my father made us corn for dinner and the Crop Circles Mystery was solved. The Truth Is Out There.

However, I never felt at home in my dad's spacecraft and the invasion wasn't exactly a piece of cake. Flying at 30,000 feet, I had to have adapted lungs, blood, capillaries and muscles to survive the cold, thin air. Could a human adapt at this altitude? I had a healthy amount of fear.

Humans are normally fearless travelers, but they are nail biters, and that nail biting is considered a 'filthy habit.' It horrifies aliens who are all like OH MY GOD the human is EATING ITSELF ALIVE!!! OMG! OMG! RUUUUUUN BEFORE IT EATS US NEXT!!!! The aliens believe that this attempt at self-cannibalizing and self-destruction must be halted. Thank the stars we caught this problem before the human gnawed off a limb!

Humans also poke their noses into other death worlds, 'exploring', they call it, adopting horrifying creatures and making friends with other predatory beings, brewing poisonous beverages from whatever they can scrounge, which they then drink for fun. The rest of the galaxy is not relieved.

Y'know, if humans had an attention span, they would truly be in trouble. It puts the aliens on high alert like the war dances are there to show strength and show that you're gonna fight to the death like tooth and nail. "Human Steve, Human Steve!" the alien wailed, "the sky is falling, the end is nigh!"

Return to the Starship as the moon is facing an apocalyptic event and only a few will survive this cataclysmic event. Thanks to all the radio signals and noise humanity is making, to an outside observer the earth is sprinting around the sun, screaming. It's no wonder the aliens don't want to talk to us. I just wish fourth dimension entities would stop calling me on my phone. That would be great.

While traveling steadily through time and space, I realized humanity wasn't very advanced either… they mostly spoke in monosyllabic grunts… in fact, the last words from their civilization before the meteor hit were 'OMG' and 'WTF.'

If you found favor with a human it could be lifesaving; but if you didn't find favor it was the absolute worst. Winning a human's favor guarantees luck will be on your side, but if you anger them, they are wholly capable of wiping out everything you ever cared about. Do not anger them. Aliens have rules for dealing with a human. And, so it was time to give up on the human race that was losing. The zookeeper looked to the distance where the creature was.

When I was a kid, I said to my father one afternoon, 'Daddy, will you take me to the zoo?' He answered, 'If the zoo wants you, let them come and get you.'

I am not certain what animal or type of alien he was exactly. Daddy's traits were far more human than alien, in fact. He believed money was more important than love. He was a big man who owned a big house, with a big car, had a huge ego and a big bank account that couldn't wait until I moved out and paid for my own stuff. I was paid to leave home at an early age by his second wife and he became a deadbeat dad so, I always felt from that day forward I was always crashing the party.

It was official—I was an orphan and then the bullying began again just like way back at home by humans in my adult years too. What was I going to do, tell the human police, tell off my alien parents? Well, no one cared about the sad situation and in my adult years where I yearned for security, stability, acceptance and love beyond all bullying I, instead, became a lone wolf. It was better to just stay by yourself in a world that could eat you alive for breakfast.

I don't know who my therapist thought she was, but she was the least favorite of all my personalities. You might say, I was getting nowhere feeling an inch tall and I was vertically challenged as it were. Even the little green man from outer space felt alone and alienated when he visited planet earth, so who was I to complain really?

I wasn't certain exactly where to belong as an outsider but perhaps Nasa would take me, but maybe I don't want to lose my life if they cut me open.

I may not even necessarily believe in aliens, yet I still hope aliens believe in me. But tinfoil on the head I am not, and I am old enough to remember when Pluto was a planet. And, if you think I am crazy, you should meet my dad. Wear the helmet, it'll be hilarious. But when it really comes down to it, this is my human costume. I'm just an alienated alien trying to get home. But there is no need of summoning assistance. I hear the call…

I have been in the skin of wolf all my alien life

     never little

     never naive

     never broken

     a shapeshifting animal

     with eyes of enchanting love and paws that hold power

     of goddesses and queens before I

     spoke myself into reality

     wrapped with stars on my spine and the moon and mars as my eyes

     I have always seen the wolf inside my alien skin all my life

     wrapped in grace

     some call it woman

     wrapped in mastery some call God

     Allah

     Buddha

     Adonai

     Mother Mary

     Athena

     Medusa

     surrendered to love,

     fully submitted into intuition.

     I am everyone. I am all.

     And only when I succumb to human weakness do I falter.

Alexis Child hails from Toronto, Canada; home to dreams and nightmares. She worked at a Call Crisis Center befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings. Alexis once lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the night and is haunted by the memory of her cat. She has had a small measure of underground success with her gothic rock and darkwave bands in the past. Besides having rare mystical experiences she hopes are not just short circuits in the brain, she writes dark poetry while starving in the garret with her muse. A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire is even worse. Please donate non-perishable food items and B-negative blood (and make it a double!).

Alexis' fiction has been featured in Danse Macabre, Schlock, Screams of Terror, and U.K.'s Dark of Night Magazine. Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Aphelion, Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising, The Horror Zine, ParABnormal Magazine, The Sirens Call and elsewhere. Her first collection of poetry, Devil in the Clock, a dark and sinister slice of the macabre, is available on Amazon. Alexis' second collection of poetry is now available on Amazon and from Cyberwit Publishing.

Visit her website:http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/ and her YouTube Channel:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCg6S5u4yX73kA1ZWGnKaEBA/videos

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