the perks of being an alien's daughter

I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin.

I grasp at the loose tendrils,

in shades of forest and thunder,

attempting to hold the drifting vapor

close to my luminescent heart.

 

I shove stars in to my gums,

pretending they are teeth;

the dull bones once protruding from pink, slimy flesh

are now replaced with Orion's Belt, and the Little Dipper.

 

planets revolve around the hunk of grey matter

plopped in the center of my skull,

like mashed potatoes on a dull, colorless cafeteria trey.

I visit a new world every night.

 

for, hidden inside hard bones covered with the thickest of skin,

is a dreamer painted with the hues of the brightest galaxy.

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