kyattokun

Like lies, you said I make breathing the cosmos through rose colored lungs look easy- vertebrae stretched toward the moon. & I'm hanging my bones out to dry, carving Saturn's rings into my wrists- my star burst ankles. I swore then I'd keep my black tongued poetry & uprooted limbs far, far away from you. But, like lies, galaxies, & night fevers, you are the destination on my star map skin.