cassini ✧༺ poetry/prose

supernova

four ✧༺
supernova

smiling from above with your glazed eyes and bruised knuckles, you're a galaxy, baby, with the lilac and blue that blooms across milky skin.

you've always got a quiver in your voice and a drumming against your skull, velvet that leaks out the second you open your mouth. every moment is an epiphany, the silver-lined smoke that clouds your mind and jolts you awake.

you don't have eyes like stars or a voice like liquid gold but that's alright— what you've got is strength, the quiet resilience that remains buried in flesh and bone. it is the power to silence an entire room with a single gaze, the power to find comfort in the singularity. a silent rebellion is flaring in your soul every moment, the rebellion that does not require eloquence or silken words that flow off your tongue. it is the rebellion of the quiet, the rebellion that claws its way out of your ribcage when it is needed.

and when you explode, the whole world pauses for a second and trembles— it trembles because of the force that shakes it to the core, the blinding brightness that burns into its retinas. but dear, your radiance is also your end.

because the supernova is the brightest when it finally dies.

author's note ✧༺
escapril day thirteen:
celestial bodies.
my parents really liked
this one huehuehue,,
thanks for reading btw
i love each and every one
of you <333