an unlit star

there's an unlit star

on the end of my fingertips

.

does it flicker?

the wolves are out again,

hunting with noses in the air

.

the shadows lurch toward me

with vine twisting fingernails

wrapping around my wrist

too tight to

did you hear that?

i lost it again

.

there are no stars here,

no earth at all.

just a warped and glimmering ocean,

pulsating and gathering dust

.

the air is sickly sweet, tainted

with rose colored eyelashes,

blinking softly

.

uncurling my fingers,

i see inside

i lost it again

.

.

.