Talk to my pretty sky Marie.
Converse with words of wisdom.
Only one as broken as you would know.
Because the stars stuffed your ears with cotton.
And forced themselves down your throat.
So you could not speak to the sky.
And I pressed my fingertips to your skin.
Marie you cried for me.
The stitches on your chest split.
Spilled stardust on everything
And coated the room in light.
While you cried.
Beauties cry only at night Marie.
You pressed your back into the hardwood.
The midnight moon whispering condolences in your ear.
With every planet on your side Marie you slept.
I kept watchful eye over you.
Your sun, to tuck away the stars
That hurt you so much that July.
And you will never forget the shine they forced inside you.
But now, through the night you sparkle brighter than the strongest of them.
Marie you took the heat of flaming stars and turned yourself into molten gold.
Marie do not forgive. But sleep sweet Marie, my girl stuffed with stardust.
