speaking of stardust

i know the day hard words 
crashed like a meteor 
against your heart

now you hide your edges
afraid they’ll catch the light 

this is the cold
the distance
of space

if only i could breathe here
and speak of the stardust 
in your bones

if only i could peel past my skin
to show you my scars

living is a series of collisions 
but we’re here still standing

in the hard noon light 
loving you has never been
so easy 

Photo by Ayhan YILDIZ from FreeImages

Katie Simpson

Katie Simpson is a writer and photographer based in San Francisco. Her work has been featured in 24hr Neon Mag, Chaleur Magazine, Entropy Magazine, HitRecord's Body Book, Quiet Lightning, and THAT literary review.. When not writing, she loves traveling and people watching. Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/honest_creative.

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Katie Simpson is a writer and photographer based in San Francisco. Her work has been featured in 24hr Neon Mag, Chaleur Magazine, Entropy Magazine, HitRecord's Body Book, Quiet Lightning, and THAT literary review.. When not writing, she loves traveling and people watching. Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/honest_creative.

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