The Universe & I

I scream at the sky. I know my voice merely tickles the universe. It has no strength to create ripples, like the ones you’d see in a little garden pond.

Unlike me and my puny little scream, the stars show off their existence through their burning souls. They merge with the beauty of the darkness, their home. They create the coldest warmth that I long for. Or is it the warmest cold?

The Sun is a volcanic dragon, spitting her embers and secrets away. Secrets that cannot reach me. Secrets that can’t be kept. Sun can’t hold her tears in any longer and my voice cannot reach her and reassure her. Sun, I want you to stay.

I sense laughter from a distant galaxy. Beautiful radiation, please stain me. If a supernova gets too close, I will let it tattoo my skin with impossible colours, that are too real to be on Earth.   

I want the stars and universe to scar me with their secrets and their lies. I wonder if they can see me: my wide, curious eyes gazing from a little window at night.

Moon looks like a pearl – raw and iridescent. I don’t think I’ll catch a supernova tonight, so Mr Moon I bid you goodnight.

The Journal

Collecting all the things that shine

in a journal that neither can be opened 

nor closed

The journal hangs its legs over the cliff of a shelf,

taunting, flaunting

her kingdom

Threatening to jump into the jagged spines of greed

below.

There she goes: wings limp and ugly and flailing 

The jagged spines of greed below ready to greet her

and claw out her torso

Their fangs bleed into her, soften the impact,

welcome her like a stain on a page.

Their breaths collide as they take turns to complete the welcoming.

She is haggard, empty and ugly –

She is betrayed, betrayed by her body

and sinful misuse of these words

and betrayed by the ones who touch her

and betrayed for the sacred sin that she is

for she betrayed the mirror that is the journal

and the journal shall not reach

the Gates of Heaven

as it cannot guard the secrets of the kingdom.