I curve toward the milky way as my ribs crack and oxygen spills through the fissure of my being. The electric edge of the galaxy alights in my eyes. Threads cut from silken cabaret stocking trace patterns into my skin.
Moonlight cuts into the cavity of my stomach. Earth replaces vein. I drift into cosmic current where my spine nips pebble and sand.
Staring through the bridal veil of my dreams, my feet lead me astray. I plunge into briar thicket on silver shoe and bleed toxicity. Pages torn from books snag on thorn and weep their ink. Thickening, sticky air sticks to my lungs.
The last breath courses through me at midnight. I hear the silver bell chime.
The hollows of my eyes spin with marble. Sweet wine kisses my throat. When I inhale, I taste the world. Its scream turns to song that hangs at my earlobes like earrings made from starshine.