smattering of red scarlet stars
decorating adorning
fingertips tracing my own veins
lips parted
breath shallow
an echo of a morbid constellation
purple now and (strange)ly
these stars don't twinkle;
they dig
scream
crave
burrow
themselves into my bones
when you dig up my remains, clods
of earth slipping free of cruddy bones
there, etched in between ridges will be red scarlet stars
