Stars don’t die quietly
they scream light into the blazing sky
with Ares’ sword pointed towards themselves
spitting and burning the
truth
they splatter blinding supernovas
into the black padding of the night
dying stars don’t wink at the moon but take
pride in their indifference to
Death
and their
Love of the withering
light that burns them up from the inside
constellations of dust and
dents that hold the everlasting dark
until they do no more and
_
They say when someone dies that they leave a hole in your heart but I don’t think that’s true.
Instead, they add something to your heart. It has the shape and weight of a large boulder and its forever in the way. It makes it hard for your heart to keep working. Hard to breathe. I tried explaining that to a woman at work and she told me about someone her friend knew who had a tumour inside their heart the size of a pea. I think she thought that would help. Empathizing by sharing a parallel story. They did both involve hearts. Maybe the emphasis was lost over text message.
That is why I bought him online.
Published on www.50GS.com, 14th March 2018
Nicola Bourne 