She peeled away skin and shed her bones for me. So I could melt into her breaking heart and sorrowful eyes. I even threw away the lock and key, allowing her to crawl into the space of my ribcage. The funny thing was that when I opened for her... She broke me down with her.
Dies kliebe licht von mir...
These stars of mine will perish,
in a blaze of fire,
a hoard of humanity,
and the suffocation of air.
For these stars will only breathe my hopes
"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call." - Sylvia Plath
Congratulations on your third place,
In the December WP_Poetry contest.
Unlucky not to win so keep a smile on your face
I hope to see more of your best.