• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 11
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Stellar Disintegration

Blue on blue on blue, cold
honeypots to the insecurities
in my brown blood.

Infatuated, glimpsing
your bugs and tics,
deliberately blinding

myself to categorise
them charming foibles,
damage to be loved better,

failing, deliberately failing
to note stings, mandibles.
The Sun rose, the Sun

set. I stayed, watched
them with needy complicity
consume the better

parts of me until my small
remainder lay dismembered
at your feet,

the pedestal of a statue
to predation, physically carrot –
emotionally stick, bathed

in the sunlight of our love:
the toxic radiation of
a sick and gaudy star.