Poem · Writing Session

Universe

She said she seeks the kind of love that
sends her into the furthest reach
of the universe—
the kind of love that would leave
stardust behind its trails;
the kind of love that would begin from nothing,
and transform into everything
in a single moment as brilliant
as a supernova.

Originally written for a writing prompt sent by @larasatidamar_

Poem · Writing Session

Outlived

Maybe what they say is true

Maybe stars that burn the brightest

tend to die the quickest.

Maybe this is the end of my crusade,

now that I’ve outlived my usefulness;

a carcass whose insides have long died,

latching desperately on the last shred of memories

it has from when it was alive