On moonless nights, sun, she crushes herself
into million pieces and lets them flicker across the sky
to save you from your abyss of despair.

No matter how close,
the surface seems miles away
when you're out of air.

I'd like being the moon;
known and adored for beauty
not for the body.
✩

Picked nails, bleeding lips,
aching teeth in screeming sheep
I'm an anxious wolf.
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In this life, feet catch fire
and
people burn

Remember your dream
when
it is your turn

You will see your ashes
but
you will manage to breathe

If
you sustain the flames
inside
your dreams

Your ashes will float
and
shimmer like gold

You will rise as a
Phoenix
with wings to behold

I was told to follow My dream.
i did.
My dream was you.

Sadly,
You turned out to be My nightmare.