say it three times fast

You are made of: sticks and stones and the velvet of every cloud you could ever touch. Bound together by: Frail, blue threads That tangle and knot, Skin and sinew that glows in the moonlight When no one is around to say, “Look, how you shine.” You are made of: dead stars and dying cells like everyone you’ve ever loved and everyone you’ve ever hated and everyone ever to live. But you, living with a heart like a sparrow trapped in the cage of your ribs, You are made of something stronger than the hands that rend you out of shape. You are made of flesh, and cotton, and more hope than you could ever hold.