̶ ̶ xcvi. HOME.
i wrote my name in the stars and stayed up there.
finding more of a home in the combustion of light
than my very own skin
that wraps around bones
too worn out
to search
for love
in
itself.
YOU ARE READING
soon.
Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
xcvi.
̶ ̶ xcvi. HOME.
i wrote my name in the stars and stayed up there.
finding more of a home in the combustion of light
than my very own skin
that wraps around bones
too worn out
to search
for love
in
itself.