the world is dark and i am nebulous, i am light and suns and stars in galaxies, i am solar systems all destined to collide with the milky way. i do not reach for the stars because i am what is left of them.

I’m not even a part of you, you’re a part of me
Brush me aside as three beautiful kings
pushed under, crushed by the sea
I’m somewhere below you wishing I was free

starbitten:

wanted to be haunted

the flames are cold, blue. they should burn the hottest
yet instead they make my center dry ice
and dry eyes, and I see spots when I look about the room.
“I created you,” I shout
“I created this hell. It’s mine.”
nobody is listening
“You can’t get me out, not if you wanted to. Not if I wanted to.”
we are alone in a room, you and I. Me, and the mirror
me and the winter
the winter
the winter
I shut my eyes and the air explodes and bursts and pops under my eyes and cold black fuzzies catch me when I fall
swallow me whole
and spit me out, small. bones.