She's just another missing person
but no one is missing her.
Her bloodied hands sew patches on her soul.
She walks off the edge of the earth
and falls into space.
Inhaling the stardust, alleviating pain.
She dances on Saturn's rings and
swims in the darkness.
Nothing is holding her back.
The world is her harness.
If only her broken wings could fly
as the sky falls and the peaceful dark fades
to white and she begins to sweat.
Suffocating, her mind inescapably realizes
that she can't breathe without a heart,
so she stops.
When stardust is gone,
there's nothing left but ashes.
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Thoughts via The Moment. (poetry)
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