MISS SATURN

I. MISS SATURN

my spirits are orbiting in outer space.

i bite down on the gem of my mood ring with sodapop teeth, and it feels like i've got an entire solar system trapped between my incisors.

there's a black hole where my heart should be and constellations scattered on my cheeks.

and when i study myself in the mirror, i can see the reflection of the moon in my eyes.

i wonder if things came to be how they are because of just that;

i was heaven's moon and you were hell's sun.

now i clutch onto asteroids and bury myself in the darkest of craters.

men are supposed to be from mars and women are supposed to be from venus, but i think that i am from saturn.

- may 5th / 8:47 p.m