How can something so dead pull me completely in.
The stars: long gone, luminesce and I’m drawn to their haunting pearl glow
and they capture my soul,
they see right through me. How can something untouchable know
I’m ripe for the taking?
That my heart’s been torn out and beaten and bruised, I’ve been used and
my soul opened up and poured out everything I’m about,
every part of my being for everyone
to take pieces
and put them in their pockets.
Shocked at how honest these stars
seem to be and telling me that my soul covers no ground in my body.
Like I didn’t know.
But I love stars for that reason: to be my reminder that,
even dead,
I can refill my soul with their glow.

~kb