I Bleed Galaxies: An Ode To Battle Scars

I Bleed Galaxies

I bleed galaxies.

When my flesh opens, it releases something bigger than I can contain.
The thing that sustains my life returns to the thing that created it.

I cry stardust.

When my eyes spill over, the endless motion that fights against the walls of my mind bursts forth.
An expression of emotion lifts into the air, free once again to be the building blocks of something new.

I scream solar flares.

When my voice tears the silence, the energy that burns me from the inside is set free.
A roar of anger or a cry of pain spreads across the void and goes on forever.

These are not defeats.

I have wrestled supernovas. I have grappled with black holes and tamed meteors. I have conquered quasars.

I have birthed a universe.

These are my victories.