Feeling: quiet
Listening to: nothing
Reading/Watching: Sin City

My girls, my friends
My hopes, nestled close 'round
Bright stars of promise
Dreaming they hold my future
in their cradling arms.

Then one girl made a friend
Built a surprise on her shoulders
(a beast that hid in her shadow
Overpowered her, like a cancer)
It dug claws and teeth into my flesh
and strangled the light
from promising stars.
Choking, draining her
burgeoning over her corpse.
Careful merciful knives tore him from her,
and thus tore her from me.

The doctor's post-op assessment
jangled from the loss
of a thousand throttled stars.

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