Stars are compressed in the teeth of the broken
Galaxies of blue and black sit upon their cheeks
Streaks of deep red stain their skin like war paint
Their bandaged wrists do not compare to their bandaged hearts
These warriors will tell you
They will spit sorrows off their tongues as if they were fluent in the language
They will spin tales of woe into tales of victory
How they beheaded the beast buried within
How they poisoned the cup of their enemies' pride
How they made it through to fight another day
These warriors will tell you why their cheeks match the galaxy
Why their war paint is metallic
Why their bandaged wrists do not compare to their bandaged hearts
These warriors will tell you why their smiles,
So rare, blind the mortal man
For they are made of stars;
Bursting with light
