Supernova
by Kayla Barker She only ever wanted a real reason to scream, collecting her tears in jars and hiding them behind Poe and Hemingway; she secretly hoped for an ocean too call her own. She would name it after an aged bird spirit, pain manifested in many a Gods image—believing our vast universe formed by the callused hands of artists. "They must have a sick, twisted sense of humor." she said, eyes on the moon. And I asked her "Who?" curious, because I'd yet to figure her out. "The Gods; they give dead stars the prettiest of names." |
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Blackthoughts by Lukasz Koniuszy