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Stars Will Be Painted
the door is trapped in light
framed, in this dark room
water swallows my tilted face
shoulders tight
shaking hands clenched white
chest burning
he
listened
heard me
and i thought my body would
cry from all it felt, all it didn't feel
there is no more oxygen
in my veins laced with ice
rain pours over raw skin and
fills my mouth when i
open it to breathe
and the stars are painted
on my eyelids, running
down my cheeks
bleeding
with the moon
the light crashes through the door,
but finds its way to my collarbone
in these caressing shadows
that are simultaneously
my knives
it bursts through my heart,
and onto my tongue
with that saving breath,
i shape his words
it has soft edges,
i can't lose this
moment of clarity
he says
i doesn't
want me lost.
i am defined by round
edges.
“You define me,
incline me,
Refine me.
If you died,
I'd.”
-Lemn Sissay
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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”<br /> <br /> ― Mary Oliver