stop this she says you're all going overboard what with the decorations for this birthday you'd think they planned stars in the skies with agenda as she poses by shimmering waters underillumination vaguely white flashes come, look like mortality when she wanders out into the stars gazes debris comes across the night sky some sudden interaction with celestial bodies speaks explosions and a whisper blows across her opalescent dewdrop earlobes and drops to ripple galaxies before splashing to a million fragments each shard echoing outwards finding a billion points of sky like her mind throwing each thought into each void those hungry shadows inspired by whatever rolled across her nighttime bedroom floor and settled off in the sleepy distance that night, during oft-revisted intersecting of dreams, halfway like crisis conjuring combined image pregnant with facets smiling out of its shape like some child takes exception to a limit imposed by foreign parents commanding each blinding vein to deliver this fate the star of her heart inverting and like each ghost goes through the living and takes a little, each thought gets closer to the headache that finally kills her.
