A/N: Yay, space comparison cliche.
he knows the galaxy is seeping through the tiniest cracks in which they made open, opportunities to leak through and shine its celestial light, luminous white, ephemeral, transient, and at any moment, now---
he knows this in the way the night is cupped within the hollows 'neath her eyes, unfading bruises;
how her eyes in sudden moments, glow like the lonely moon as the clouds drift away to unveil its crooked smile or round sphere like a pearl strung on an invisible string, rugged and decorated with pockmarks, yes,
her scars, the vaunted, (star)dusted craters having left their mark, all ashes and cosmic specks carved into dull skin; (flaunted and not concealed)
how the tears come streaking down like comets, (despite, perhaps, the absence of gravity, in defiance of this) shot-putted 'round the blinding Sun, (all an amalgamation of dust, ice, ammonia, carbon dioxide, methane and a motley assortment of various impromptu ingredients, witch's brew, an absurd concoction;) yes,
how she is every shining star in the darkest of night, gazed upon from the reaches of a rural field, tall grasses rustling and swaying against calloused skin, leaning back, nocturnal birds crying out, where there are no amber streetlights to block out their glow, to pollute the infinite expanse, and yet---
her smile is the Sun itself, blinding and bright and warm like a candlewick set alight by a match-strike in the darkness of night, warding off folds of shadow concealing, perhaps, monsters that lay within, or perhaps nothing at all; brilliant enough for him to close and eyes and wonder if she really was real.
the brightest star in their sky. in his sky, in his world, an empty void of dancing shadows and flickering plumes of smoke and dust, and alas, the burning light, seemingly permanent in his transient world.
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a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
