Stars do not align
stitching a fabric
stretched thin
tattered
before it ever became whole

The outside
doesn’t match the inside
leaving us instead
with skin
for a shroud

We are buried
alive
past the point
of dreaming
trapped in visions

sharp and brutal
slicing us
just for the sight

nevermind the living

there the penalty
is impossible to pay
just a galaxy
dying out

until unrelieved
blackness

Becomes all

And the last light
sputters out ~ Caroline A. Slee