by _creamtea_

Maybe I will die today.

Or maybe I will scoop out galaxies with my bare hands and rub them into the cracks of my charring skin because darling don't you know only humans bleed.

And maybe I'm not human, maybe I am an amalgamation of shattered tiaras and splintered fairy wands. Maybe I am rhinestone glitter dug deep into my skin and isn't the pain delicious dear.

Maybe I am spot-lights and stage-lights and look-how-they-love-you-lights and don't you see how they bleed for you darling?

Or maybe I dust-motes and comet crashes.

A carpel tunnel of collapsing stars.

And dear once they carve away the heavens what will that make you?

Today's prompt: Table

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