she held a universe inside her
stars from every galaxy collected in her eyes as she passed through constellations
nebulas wove themselves into her skin and made her so impossibly amazing and large and small all at once
meteors fused themselves into her bones, and made her burn up when she screamed through atmospheres
her hair was made of comet tails, left by the falling stars that landed in her head and created the words that shot out of her mouth
black holes made up her heart; an unproven theory, that theoretically will keep you from escaping if you get too close, no matter how fast you run away
the thoughts and hopes and dreams and wishes and ideas of everything that has ever lived and ever will was crammed into the space behind her forehead and under her comet tail hair
all of this made her more beautiful than any constellation, any galaxy, any comets, or nebulae
and she was completely mad
