She Stitched Stars Into Her Skin

She Stitched Stars Into Her Skin

A Poem by MachinaWriter

As a child, he planted a seed
telling it,
"You're all I'll ever need,"
and he watered it every day
and he always used to say,
"You'll be the prettiest rose
that I've ever seen!"

But the water was always so far,
and he could carry it back
only jar by jar;
and his would never live on a star,
it would never laugh from afar,
so he left it there,
in the dirt,
it must have started to feel like work.

But then a storm came
and it never stopped
and the seed that he'd long forgot
sprouted in the garden behind his mind;
and it turns out,
that all this time
...it was never even a rose.

It was a tree,
still barely green,
but daring to be seen
through the tangle of weeds;
a tree he thought to be a curse
for what use did he have
for uncut firewood?
So he left it there, to grow roots
deeper, through the cracks of his mind
weaving their way to his heart
the perfect kindling for a soul;
but while he wasted his time,
tracing constellations into the sky
he let the fires around him
burn down to smoldering coals.

You see, the first flame, she flickered
with every passing wind
and without constant care,
when he wasn't there,
she blew out time and time again;
the second flame, she flared
brighter than any star
and if he'd used that tinder heart,
fed that fire from the start,
he wouldn't have had to look so very far.
The third flame, he forgot
while freezing in the sun
favoring a forgotten fear
that he let come far too near, 
he watched it turn to ice before it had begun. 
Now, the fourth flame had faded
long before they'd decided to begin
so one night she snuck away and stole the night sky
so she could stitch the stars into her skin;
trying to shine bold enough
long enough (pray don't flicker, flame)
that he might notice her again;
but he was standing on rooftops, trying to cope
searching the empty sky
with a telescope (saying come back, remain)
and wondering what made the heavens end.

© 2018 MachinaWriter


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MachinaWriter
So yeah, it's been a while.

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MachinaWriter
MachinaWriter

Springfield, IL



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My original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..

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