she has no heart to break
no brittle bones or soft, fallible organs
no wide eyes or winded brain
only iron and obsidian
glittering like a cosmic entity
like space dust and stars
splashed out across a night sky
she has no feelings to hurt
no emotions to weaponize or moods to manipulate
no wobbling bottom lip or tear limned lash line
only a howling darkness
screaming silently through the emptiness
like a collapsing sun
pulling the worlds around it in in in
she has no humanity left to steal
no simpering mortality or inconvenient empathy
no willingness to watch or the kindness to care
so if you desire to catch her
to draw her in and hurt her
you will find how easily the knuckles can break
and how little a god cares
for your pleas
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
