She would drain the stars dry,
corpses of lifeless mounds
hollow and drifting.
Hunger is a ravenousness
unfulfilled desire.
Never attained but still stars scream.
Expired in the darkness,
cadavers hang silently.
The stars are glistening,
A sky of fireflies dying.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
