Imprinted

I wished to reach the stars -

that one day, it wouldn’t seem so awful

to feel the shape and glow afar.

I slipped, and fell into the abyss

the darkness enveloping my body,

no light in sight,

Until I realized,

the stars I kept chasing,

reaching,

were already under my skin –

stretch marks I tried to ignore

small lights that appeared to be my enemy

marked every place I was torn open.

What I searched for above me,

was the same thing written on me

constellations made from damaging words, from me.

The stars I kept trying to grab

was an angel that pressed its outline into my body,

forever imprinted.