Tracy Krimmer

I prick my hand as I seize the rose from her. ____l think about it._ A small spot of blood forms on my palm and I realize I__e been bleeding on the inside this whole time, all these years. It was only a matter of time before it showed on the outside.

Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.

So many stars in the sky, each unique and full of destiny. I wanted more than anything to be part of those stars.I never realized becoming one would destroy me.

The familiarity of his kiss breathes me back to life.