they tell me I fight like a girl.
I don’t. I fight like a woman. But thanks for the compliment.
I could be your queen,
your starry night, your midnight world and all the cosmos... Yet all good things must end. When the sun rises, I will fade, disappearing into the dawn. Weep not, I will return, once night emerges - and the universe itself will sing.
I’m going to shatter like glass into a thousand, thousand pieces;
and then I’m going to put myself back together again. Just like I always do. Just like the phoenix and the flame
there are girls made of storms,
and girls born of fire; but the ones I love best are roses. they’re beautiful, with thorns, and roots that reach deeper than the winter frost.
first, you lose your voice.
then you begin to fade; like the moon, as the sun burns it from the sky. your sense of self grows small, as if it's locked away, in a place between worlds. you're not you anymore; just the ghost of summer as winter freezes the world. i think this must be like the collapse of a star: silent, yet screaming. and in space, there is nobody to hear you.
they tell me that we’re made of stardust,
but i don’t feel like something so glorious. i feel like the dark side of the moon, like the space between worlds, like the howling void, and the empty cascade of dying suns. i feel like silence, like i’m screaming with no one to hear me.
red looks good on you my dear;
like sweat and sin upon your skin, and things best not spoken of in polite company.
you were my supernova,
- and i your sunset queen.
tear down their thrones;
take back your crown, with blood upon your teeth. oh darling, change your shape; for within you there is a wolf. you were born to howl, and to serenade the moon.
— The End —