Stars used to always stick to her tongue and pop against her gums, but now when she licks the sugarcoated stardust from her lips, the world wants nothing more than to take a taste with a kiss. Every night she downs a cocktail of constellations, and they never taste the same. Tonight she swallows Bellatrix, savoring stars bit by bit, and hoping not to choke on the bottom dregs of the Milky Way, so thick. She’s been prescribed planets to fight the ailment of her misalignment, because sometimes being in retrograde spins her mind into an unwanted mess. And it knocks those around her out of step (a cause and effect).
She’s been diagnosed with a starry-eyed disease, caused by an overdose on the black holes that have eaten at her insides. Her constellation cocktails fill all these empty holes with stars that get sucked in, and they show against her soul. On an entire different level of gravity, she can make you feel like you’re floating and chocking. Between the sunspots in her eyes and the crescent moon in her smile, she’s a planetary mess of mental-made voids; there’s empty space among the galaxy clusters of her cognizance that make her a mystery. Undefined by astronomers, no telescope could keep her close, until one night she comes by as a comet and shows herself.
In mythology, gods shown in the stars step down to Earth to share a kiss with mere mortals. She, made of dust and fueled by constellations, shows herself in form of shadow. Wearing Saturn’s rings and a dress of space silk, upon the earth she steps, bits of ideas are left.
When she shares kisses with mere mortals, they’re in form of secrets. Inspirations sparked from the swallowed stars steal into her veins and sit at her fingertips and lips.
That peck upon the cheek you sense but never see? Her hello, solidified to start a story in your mind. The chill against your spine is meant to bring your brush upon a canvas to make it blush, or pull notes from empty air and compose a masterpiece for all to hear.
She’s been diagnosed with a starry-eyed disease, caused by an overdose of black holes that have eaten at her insides. She downs constellation cocktails to keep her sane, hiding in earth’s shadows or the space between the stars.
Aiding your inspiration is her detox, and it makes her divine.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
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