the stars are my eyes
the galaxy is my skirt;
the nebulas are my hair-
my skin is empty space.
quit treating me
fragile and childish;
im the entire universe
and will
always
expand
to
greater
horizons.
YOU ARE READING
Spring Mountain Treatment Centre
Poetrydull faces glance out the windows; sitting with their sadness drooping their eyelids they perpetually stare out and away in search for better days.
