misaligned fortune

my horoscope said i would lose someone dear to me,

you've never really believed in that astrology,

but i click on yours, and what i see staring back

makes me suffocate a scream, an awful sound falling through the cracks. 

something unexpected will disrupt your path today,

i know the false future doesn't mean anything anyway,

but i can't help see the words hidden, and the invisible cries,

so i pray on my knees, for a single raw sign.

these last few days have felt like a deep fever dream,

your words piercing my ears, knowing they aren't what they seem,

and i'm wishing—desperate—on all the stars that exist, 

that He didn't take you with his poisonous kiss.