Some snippets of moments over the years amounting into this collection of sorts.
it rains diamonds on jupiter
there’s something so fulfilling
about watching a thunderstorm while
bathed in moonlight and softness.
zeus whizzes down the street on a skateboard.
everything feels so magical
the chaos, beautiful and excruciating.
it’s the closest i ever feel to the universe
and her harshness and the helplessness of life
in her path (in her protection).
they must’ve thought the gods were fighting
by the way the dark sky would blister with light,
a deep rumble would roll across those in its path
and then came the cleanse for their soot-dirty souls.
We glimmer and dazzle.
Our happiness soars
past the atmosphere.
He beams like a
solar flare and my
heart is consumed
with radiation and warmth.
A bullet flies like
a comet, crash lands on
the surface of my
His head obliterates like
a neutron star,
hydrogen and helium
splatter across my face.
My scream is
lost in the sound of
a panicked meteor shower.
My sun is destroyed.
I am a planet falling
out of orbit, falling
away from the universe.
Everything is collapsing,
a black hole consumes
my heart and the stars
cease to shine.
A bleary desert dream
She left a trail of debris as she stumbled through the desert. She felt romantic about it, leaving small pieces of herself: a path to finding her. Stray hairs, torn skin from cracked lips, the thick cover of blisters, sweat, blood from tired feet, a chip of a tooth from chewing on a rock, scraps of clothing she shed. She was crumbling to pieces, but left a story as she moved.
A traveller would come along, pick up a scrap of silk, fleeting hairs, blood-soaked sand. But he would never catch up to her. He would piece together an ideal vision of the woman who splintered her way through the desert. It would never be complete, for the piece that mattered most and held her debris together was lost long ago before her feet even touched the sand.