Prompt: If Stars were people.
This Weeks Writes
Bryan Romero
Victor Pierz
Emmerson
Bryan
We rock back and forth. Back, and forth. I join hands with my brother. I join hands with my sister. Back, and forth. I look into their eyes and they look back at me. We know
Victor
“Including the one we’re orbiting around?” Bea smiled.
“Oh. Oh yeah, especially our star.” Pit said. “You know? I used to really like that ‘the stars are heaven peaking through the blanket,’ before I got up here.”
“And you gave it up because y...
Emerson
They dance and
Dance and
Their bodies are light such
Pretty
Broken
Light
So pretty that once a man went over the wall to find a star
To convince his love to marry him
And fell in love with her instead
He took her hand and claimed she was stardust
And he
Turned her into it
This is not the story of how
Lovely things stay lovely
How desperate we are to contain it in our hearts
To pretend that it gets easier
No
When they dance like light, it is about control
Not beauty
Never
Beauty
Reclaiming what was taken
When someone pressed their lips to their ear and said
“Pretty”
People will say
“That’s a fairy tale”
But you know
All the true fairytales are full of
Violence and death and tragedy
Of suicide and failures and rape
They look at the stars whispering dreams
Not fairytales
Never fairytales
And pretend that they too bathed in light
That lurking hands will burn because they are fire
That shooting for the stars is possible
If they pretend that they’re stars too