Body nested in the damp grass,
the sky gazes over my skin.
Feet pulled by the still stars
while the earth keeps racing.
I'm weightless —
my skull empties.
The knots inside my bones release —
an endless fall.
I gaze back.
I was never flying.
The constellations drip
on the grass.
Posted in response to the challenge Stars.
Bubu,
You haven’t heard our clacking in a while.
What have you forgotten?
We remember all those tireless nights:
swallowed by the game,
the lively yells that you loved.
Leaves brush my neck.
Winter breathes and stirs my legs.
I taste the pebbles on my tongue,
blades of grass coat my lungs.
The gravel strains my curves.
Your gut curdles.
Your skull stays stiff.
Your flesh shakes,
your feet are wet.
The world can’t fit
inside your shell.
Your skin splits —
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