Can't stop picking at my skin
Underneath my nails I find bits of amber
What do they call these hidden gems?
Are they the stars we are made of
Still trying to save us?
Serous fluid
>electrolytes
>sugars
>proteins
>white blood cells
A yellow, transparent liquid that leaks to let skin heal
97% stardust
>carbon
>hydrogen
>nitrogen
>oxygen
>phosphorus
>sulfur
The building blocks of life and supernovas
I didn't ask to be saved
Fossilised in stasis
While my mind ruins itself like a forest fire
Yet who are you to tell the stars they are wrong?
YOU ARE READING
Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoesiaA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
