Eclipse

she breathes in cycles,
dragging air through tattered
lungs and counting down in threes.

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-21-

he traces constellations on her ribcage;
ripping the stars from her eyes and
threading them -like beads- onto torn
heart strings. she's is fifteen years lighter
when she is under him, selling her soul
for his kisses and tracing the planets
scratched beneath his fingernails. she has
become a solar system; orbiting silently,
almost naturally, around him: her sun. he
embraces his gravity, forcing it into her
lungs with every breath and burning it into
her skin with his galactic eyes; ice blue,
iris' scattered like molecules.

he burns and she breathes.


-18-

she is Pluto; drifting further away from the
supernova he has become and praying to
be forgotten like the insignificant mass that
she is. she's been staring at the sun for

days, trying to find his face in the rays but

he is not longer hers and without him

her solar system is nothing but foam balls

mummy helped her to paint so long ago. 

without him,  she clings to dusty comets in

the hope that  he will implode, dragging her 

into the black hole that was always inevitable.

she only ever wanted to be inside him.

he burns and she breathes.

--

she breaths in cycles; dragging air

into tattered lungs and trying to replace

the stars in her eyes.