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The universe was never as cruel as the moment it woke me up
19 line poem
Published in swine magazine (online) to celebrate Swinburne Pride Week 2021
The cosmos forged me a new body
and I was finally made of stardust.
Constellations traced along my scars,
and the sun warmed me to my bones.
The galaxy embraced me, and it was love.
I held myself, and it was love.
The sky turned dark, as stars
suddenly fell from their places.
I became a shooting star,
and I was falling.
I was burning.
I held and clutched
at the warmth still blessed to my being.
But in a moment of burning ash, I was awake.
I was back in skin, stretched tight over my soul
and back in breaths, caught in cages.
My body was cold.
​Photo by Kaique Rocha from Pexels
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