Creation

I miss the stars

I miss them behind my eyes as I went to bed

As they would form and create and fall into my head lighting the dark expanse

I miss the yellows and reds and blues that would swirl like comets on my skull

I miss the galaxy in my palm that would melt into my skin, into my fingertips

I miss drawing with colors of possibilities with my nails

I can still feel meteor showers on my tongue that would stick and slide down my throat

How they would keep me warm and keep me full

A solar system flowed through my chest creating my heart

Forming around my lungs and stomach

How it would hold me in velvet and silk

The universe was once my spine was once my skeleton

It built me

It held me

It conquered me

I existed within it and because of it

I breathe in the last of the suns

I feel them burn in between my lungs

And I feel them settle there, I feel them breathe

I feel my existence burn

And I feel it start to bleed

I feel the loss of the stars that leave me blind in the night

The galaxy drips slow from my hand landing in a ocean I will never be able to swim

I think I can drown in it

I cough and I choke as the meteors leave my throat

I feel my body scream

My lungs and stomach are being strangled and I feel the planets inside my chest start to die

The universe implodes

My bones give out

They shatter into glass

I feel the shards under my skin as I can't stand

They move and catch as they try to come back together

They never will

The suns burn from the inside out

Engulfing me in a fire that will die within me

I think they will all die with me