I etched a simple compass
into my wrist, hoping that
somehow the magnets
I pushed deep into my veins
would align the arrow
and guide me home.
But something must have went wrong,
for the needle spun
round and round,
turning me over and over
again until I saw
the false stars
flash across my vision.
I stopped, and realized
(in horror):
I was never going
to find my way
home.