Like hard,
rough rocks colliding with the soft sand,
she has a constellation of dark bruises on her porcelain skin.
she is the beginning of all things
destructive.
she is the one who choses which one of her stars get to
burn.
the next time you shoot your flamming arrow up to her levels remember,
what goes up must come
down.
Down like the rays of sunshine she hid behind dark,
sad clouds for
you.
You,
the one who loves her,
the sun,
from a distance because you're too afraid to get
burned.
So instead you taught the sun
how to use her rays to cause
damage.
While you orbited someone else.
