The sky is alive
Like a living person
The universe; she cries, she bleeds,
She feels
Stars are tears
Gathered in the corners of eyes
They spill over and fall to the ground
Can you see her cry?
Make a wish
The universe is always sad
She's always hurt
Bruises blossom in shades of purples and blacks and blues
Cuts and lacerations bleed stardust and planets
Creating solar systems and constellations from her pain
So everyone on earth can bask in its beauty
The universe is a beautiful when she's hurt and when she cries
