the last stars

the last stars in the sky mourn their beloveds as they rush to say goodbye. the last stars look at me with deep brown eyes and tell me they will return when i close my eyes. the last stars in the sky cry salty tears when they return and i am not here next year. my eyes are closed and they leave again.

who saves the saviour asks everyone
but who does the saviour save
nights hed bleed out on this white marble are futile as i take another piece of pristine silver ware across my wrists. the whistle of my moms cooker and the clatter of my pans will still fall deaf to my ear as my saviour sits in a meadow of tears. he buries his face into my diaphragm and he says it is cosy. i do not understand how one breathes in this smoke but i do not care enough to save him. drown again darling, if you so wish to.

the days fall shorter as nights mock me with their arrival and i promise myself a glass of chamomile tea. my mother restlessly bats my hands off her as she tells me she could never love her daughter. there is a new game my brother has started playing although now he does not come out his room. from the tiny light that escapes past his door he says she feeds me dust. my water has boiled and my hands are charred.

i cannot be saved darling why do you stay up. the bags under your eyes are a testimony to my case of helplessness so why do you stay up to prove me write. i do not need a miracle darling so why don’t you stay one last night. oh close the curtains.