Sometimes I eat the stars
feel them wriggle and dance down
my throat
like jellyfish
beaming their last little light
before being swallowed by the
darkness that is
my hunger,
infinite like the space
from which I plucked them.
I wish I wasn't saying
the emptiness inside me was
as endless as a Universe
without light
but you follow that star
and see
if it doesn't get smothered
extinguished
by my need
You stick around
and see
if not everything I touch
turns
to dust.
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