small corners

Swollen marks paint my back with vibrance not unlike the pinks and oranges of my favorite horizons. Looking back, how could such memories form so viciously on my skin ? Nothing can remove the little effort it took for the lingering impressions to disgust my favorite constellation. I am scarred by different needle-threaded stars that had never meant to meet me. What is inadvertently sewn into my skin never asked to exist. If anything, it'd be like a dream to resemble the loveliest warmth that cascades from the sun. Sweet like honey, just falling through spines and making her shake. I can imagine the devastation from my skin never causing her pain. Looking out into the distance , tracing the sky with cigarette smoke and poor decisions, I let go of the stardust that used to occupy the small corners of my palms.
04/29/2021
Small Corners