black hole rachel kathryn

static and prickled you live on the edge of your skin

and I've been lost inside my ribs for years with a mouth full of blood and rage

but then I followed breadcrumb kisses to the surface of the sun

and I knew I must be a moon, a body to reflect your light

until you held my face to the mirror so I could see we

were both stars all angel and ruin

tell me this story again with your lips against mine

supernova