every star is dying

i know i am too.

bruises on my ribs, bruises on my heart

lungs collapsing, bruises on my soul.

purple constellations

there are stars beneath my skin

bright burning memories

i never could outrun.

my whole body struggles

choking on starlight

gravestones and orbits

drowning all my bones.

i carry midnight in my chest

a world of forgotten disasters

where daylight cannot reach;

god knows it has tried.

every star a dying thing

every glow a warning flare

i trace them in the dark;

they poison all my air.

-fatima.