starigis min sur fajrego

my body still remembers things I told it to forget
scars across my legs
coming home from a sleepover
with sharpie all across my arms

but scars fade
and physical pain is not permanent
red lines disappear and are replaced with yellow
speeding across a highway

bad things come in three, four, five
unless I refuse to share
traversing across deserts forever in search for a star
it’ll be worth it in the end

“the sun loved the moon so much
he died every night to let her breathe”
but I’d rather light myself on fire
blaze burning up to the sky

where’s your bridge now?


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