The darkness cries at the sight of a cut glowing on the surface of their dark cosmic flesh after being scraped by their jealous mother painted in blue with specks of gold shimmering across her eyes.
In the cut pours wildfire. A running ball of aggression only seeking to feed off of anything it touches. And they bare a face full of burning saliva that can infect the skin and rupture into holes that grow the more delicate the skin is.
The jealous mother watches the darkness engulfed by the fire, drowning into a puddle of emptiness. And both die out, with nothing left to feast upon--and with nothing to grow into.
The jealous mother takes her blade, she named the Sun, and tears a wound into the very cloth of the universe. She frees the stars attached to strings of shimmering light. All stars danced, free from their beautiful prison.
All collide, shaking uncontrollably and lost without proper direction. Their sudden collision blossoms into a perfectly balanced system of unimaginable possibilities in the shape of a spider's web.
The jealous mother weeps tears of sharp diamonds that pierce each unstable string. Strings that are lost into the jaws of a lonesome creature, that feasts on the forgotten. It has nothing but a distant song keeping it attuned to the future.
Such diamonds accumulated on the skin of the jealous mother, who only killed her child because she was afraid of losing them to the dark hunger.
Her white pale eyes lost control to the manipulating gravity that forced a stream of cloudy light in various colors, that gave birth to new stars.
She is gone, as she loses all power. Her light dies out and her child comes back to life, hungry and colder than before.
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Puisi"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
