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Star Shards [By Star and Grant]

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Published: Sep 21, 2014

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it hits me in waves that swing sideways like snakes
curving to coil round the rest of my ruins
with blocks and blunt edges building up beneath skin
that sheds in the shape of a starfish

and now i know nearly is never enough
it's only the island that lies off the coast
as i watch with my body buried half in the sand
sinking toward something uncharted, unreal

i think i missed the map by a meter or two
no one seems to know where i am

as the serpents slither in the slimy sand, I grasp a grisly end
as foretold by the warnings of the past, I sense I may not last...
luck only lives for so long, as do the dissonant notes of dance and song
but then life goes horribly wrong
and i can't seem to break free

i can only hold my breath

one wish for destiny to save my dreams
as they slip away from me in the pitch black seas

drowning on the dryness of a life devoured darkly
i can't forget my feelings but i feel like i feel too much
as it rolls and revolves in my soul, my resolve
is crippled and crumbled to the crumbs of baked flesh

the sting of a sunburn
like the crash of black waves

it's all of the ink and our colorless blood that comes out of our colorless faces
and i might be the milkmaid
but i'm more of the mockingbird
made of my mind that's made up to be mistral, mysterious, miserable

mine

my tale lies in jeopardy, my hands embedded in stone
my world has almost been swept away, in a heavy blanket of storms
yet i wait for my calling, my chance to start a spark
for i refuse to lay here, dragged under in the dark
and i refuse to quit, even when time, bearing talons and fangs, grows harsh
i am reslient

and i know can win

there's a hole in the heavens of the underground here
the littlest light, a star shard, slight
i could clasp between my fingertips, if i had the room to reach
not caught in this coffin of sand grains
and heartache

i'm small enough to wriggle through some tunnels torn across
remolded, unfolded, laid out along the line
signposts pointing outwards, projecting other times
i'll follow the feel of a firelight shine
and i'll keep chasing that shimmer till i catch the cold glow
and warm it with my hands

so i crawl about, scampering, scurrying in a flurry of my own thoughts
i set my crosshairs in the dark, and scope for my formation,
the force which sets my desires ablaze, and i advance forth

the starry sliver that shines so bright must be mine
not dreary dispair with its dreadful droughts of hope and horrific thoughts of death
looming and booming in my mind, carressing my sorrows with bittersweet sonatas,
nevermind my inner insecurities...

i can feel my very own blood, curtling, rebelling against me
attacking my bleeding heart, perforce weakening my closest bonds
suffocating the very fabric of myself

...the light must be mine to take...

the smoke of our ashes is enough to choke my chest
the death of my breath, all the best i had left
as the clock clamps its teeth in my neck

could i cry for the crests like i try for the troughs?
clots of clear blood bubble over, run black
writhing and wrestling with the waves, wrapped around
strangled and struggling, i stare at my star

i believe i can breathe if i steady my knees
this fairytale follows no formula
escape clauses mingle and meddle with moments
designed to be dead of disease

i'd like to live
just let me live

i stare at my star and the light looks back
for the first time requiting my reach

seeing me

almost enveloped, all but entombed
i strain past paralysis
lift a little set of fingers
and feel the shard of a star
paint prisms on my palm