blowing smoke rings that flow
along the warm breeze of a summer night
pondering over the existence of yourself
wondering how it got to be this way
with a look in her eyes
like a deer caught in headlights
looking up at the pitch black sky
watching the dancing stars that seem to mock her
how they shined so bright
observed through a telescope just to get a look
of its jaw-dropping beauty
all she ever wanted was to be one of them
i guess when she disappeared off the face of the earth
the planet they found that was more beautiful
than any star in the universe
that was millions of light years away
was really her
she got what she wanted
but refused to let it end there
willing a shower of meteors to fall
upon the self-destructive face of earth
killing the people who killed her
only comparing deaths
her death was a slow
painful
death
rather than her murderers
plural, i mean
it was over within a blink of an eye
they never did become a planet
light years away
nor a star named some silly name
instead
they became black holes
sucking up any sign of life
