as her glass heart beats, it cracks little by little as her chest caves in. she closes her eyes. her deep, slow breaths restore her aching body as her chest straightens. the cracking suddenly stops. her soul glues the cracks and her heart is whole again, stronger than ever before.
there are cracks cracks in the most beautiful stone the stones found in the ruins of hidden remains remains of an indescribably beautiful city a city that shone brighter than the brightest star It glittered like pyrite not like gold the pyrite city may have given off an iridescent shine but It was dark darker than the deepest, raging saltwater waves darker than the night sky without pestering clouds darker than the thoughts of those who wore a porcelain face and that gooey darkness was seeping through the cracks of those beautiful stones those fake stones, the ones that gave off that too-good-to-be-true shine were cracking under the pressure and letting the compression release
The ache The tearing in my stomach The yearning for something that isn't food Not food for thought But something that fills me up Thick raindrops that sink beneath your skin and into your bones Being soaked all the way through into your heart Feeling that electricity that nobody else can spark The weight of water on your face Pricking your eyes and running its way down your hair All of it All that love and mystery and deepness that's being in love with being alive
Sure the stars are pretty But Look At The Night. The deep blackness of the never-ending pit that is sky The entirety of its beauty You expect the night to frame the stars delicately But if I were the night sky I'd swallow them whole
Give me a love for living And I shall make myself whole There will be no more more broken pieces Only chips Only cracks But that does not make me any less whole For a window that is cracked is still a window