Purple and Black Galaxies

   Purple and Black Galaxies

   #August26Prompt

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     Her knuckles are a painters brush, and with each

     swift stroke she creates swirly milky ways on the

     canvas of my skin that pulse in it's divine nature

     for days, my flesh is a brittle piece of paper that    

     she flips over every day, forming astronomical

     wonders on me that Galileo would raise from his

     grave to marvel at, dying supernovas and

     collapsing stars,

     Some days she creates big bangs, my freckles

     tiny points of light that radiate from a fading

     galaxy in the middle, those days she thumbs my

     skin softly and I think that maybe we could create

     life rather than permeate death, even though the

     distress signals in the back of head pierce my

     skull and tell me otherwise

   Images aren't mine!