to make sense of silence

i breathe in fire. i breathe out morning air.

i layer my realities. i sort.

i attach wisps of steel to my skin, turn my face to the wind, pretend to be the sum of words and glances the reflected world feigns right back to me.

and on cold nights, i keep the stardust i found on the pathway home beside me in my bed, because god knows nothing else makes sense.

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