starlight, star...bright?-- first star-- I see tonight--
i wish . i may . i wish . i might . . .
have
[your] wish tonight.
(SETMEFREE*)
i don't really feel anything you know--
just the
searing burn of the branding iron pressed against my heart before my ribcage is put back together-- like a little puzzle to be solved-- like a clock taken apart--*
just get it over with and leave me be.
stars are prettier than lines.
Emily Dickinson was my shoulder angel when I wrote this.