Hold on a little longer.
Your veins need a pinch of time + a few more starry nights to become a little more impervious.
Oh, you are still fragile, but the kind of soft and all raw edges.
A bruise of a reminder that you have waltzed on broken fractures & bones of wishes hollowed out too soon.
And you are still here,
blood burnt out into alchemy.
You are quite like magic.
*We all are.
Just in case you didn't know.
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