grandfather is a hole in the sky /
and mother is the light beaming through it /
father is a comet, tearing into empty space with vengeance in his pocket /
i am pluto, falling in and out of relevance /
questioning the validity of my existence /
please excuse my lack of eloquence /
outer space gasses pollute my innocence
we link our melancholy into constellations /
desperate compensation /
we're swallowing the stars, we're dying of starvation
everything revolves around us /
valued less than stardust /
but we ourselves are coated in rust /
the solar system is unjust
we turn ourselves into planetarium sights /
projecting ourselves in moonstruck lies /
displaying ourselves in synthetic starlight /
to brighten up our grey skies.
YOU ARE READING
seams and stitching ♡ published
Poetry"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
