Supernova

A single nebula staining

this expanse of forever,

stardust runs in my blood,

a cosmic heartbeat lost in time,

suspended in space,

a chilling embrace. A girl with

galaxy filled eyes

and milky way skin never to

free from sin,

asteroid temper and

moon cold grace.

 

A star stuck in parallax

closer than you think,

moving backwards

against the sky,

even Galileo had a hard

time guessing why. No

amount of observation

will reveal my ecliptic

plane. I’m following

my own sun.

Good luck escaping my

 

supernova.

 

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