Constellations Of Freckles





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A poem based on a prompt by @theemuwarheroes: 'Every time he smiled the pain grew within her.' Thank you! :) <3

Constellations Of Freckles

She sat on top of the covers

She sat on top of the covers And counted the smattering of

She sat on top of the covers And counted the smattering of Light brown freckles that graced his sleeping face

She sat on top of the covers And counted the smattering of Light brown freckles that graced his sleeping face Like stars darted in a constellation.

He said his mom told him that

He said his mom told him that They were his nickel coins,

He said his mom told him that They were his nickel coins, the ones

He said his mom told him that They were his nickel coins, the ones Found in a pocket,

He said his mom told him that They were his nickel coins, the ones Found in a pocket, (loose change)

He said his mom told him that They were his nickel coins, the ones Found in a pocket, (loose change) That seem unwanted, but shine nonetheless.

But every blemish,

But every blemish, every drop of caramel,

But every blemish, every drop of caramel, They were outweighed by the mania

But every blemish, every drop of caramel, They were outweighed by the mania That weighted down his mind,

But every blemish, every drop of caramel, They were outweighed by the mania That weighted down his mind, Strangling streams of sunset.

So every time he smiled,

So every time he smiled, A part of her died.

Every time he replied "I'm fine",

Every time he replied "I'm fine", A piece of her heart flaked off.

Because she knew that the lines he traced on her palm,

Because she knew that the lines he traced on her palm, Connected,

Because she knew that the lines he traced on her palm, Connected, all divulging to a single road;

She knew that's what he believed life to be;

She knew that's what he believed life to be; Lashes of pain, perishing like a candle wick.

His suffering burned those drops of caramel,

His suffering burned those drops of caramel, The sickly sweet smell turned bitter stench.

And she knew that the perfect imperfections

And she knew that the perfect imperfections Of blemishes on his skin,

And she knew that the perfect imperfections Of blemishes on his skin, he saw them as

Crashing supernovas,

Crashing supernovas, his skin tearing with

Crashing supernovas, his skin tearing with Self-hatred and utter hostility.

But not even they could beat

But not even they could beat The self-inflicted scars upon his mind-

But not even they could beat The self-inflicted scars upon his mind- The freckles she so peacefully counted,

Even they seemed like a silver lining.

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