a supernova
inside of me
rips my guts to shreds and my heart
in two.
i throw up shards of stars
and galaxies pour from
holes in my skin.
i walk with the moon under me
and the sun as my crown.
if my fingers touch you
i will deprive your lungs of oxygen
and you will implode onto me.
i just might
spontaneously
combust.
r.k.
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Meathead Monologue
الشعرI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
