Bright stars shine in my eyes,
I soak them in like they’re available to take for all mine,
to pluck at them and stow away into my hidden spaces,
into the cracks and tears that have been left by the decisions
that I thought wouldn’t result in this,
where time is the only cure.
I’ve never been here before,
beneath this sea of sparkle that
encompasses and revolutionises
my mind and memories,
I wonder what to do with them,
should I be without them all?
So used to company by my side and now,
replaced by ghostly air because of my doing,
truth in truth,
all in all,
an undoing.
At least I have the stars to sparkle and shine for me,
at least I have their light to guide me,
perhaps I can shine brighter than them,
after all,
they are dying or already dead.
I still have my glisten. It’s just hidden beneath my layers.
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