What happens when the carnal and the cosmic are asked to coexist?
Together, yet separated by something unbreakable for the moment.
Where is this gap
where the glittering stars and promises fall short for a moment
and on the other side
the body, she finds herself gasping for breath.
And yet it is the glitter that runs through her veins,
Tells her it’ll be alright,
Promises tomorrow is surely a day closer to the the breaking of this partition between.
In the mean time?
Another night, another cover pulled over her own shoulders, and perhaps, once more, the habitual rubbing of her forearms,
a bid to soothe the burning in the veins underneath,
the bittersweet reminder that although, yes, the stars are within her, she once again sleeps alone.
Finally some sun