"Celestial Body"

Intoxicated, once again.

Is it a cycle if it never ends?

With each indulgent sip,

The marks that chart the canvas of my skin

Light up like constellations,

Chronicling the aching of my heart.

To think that, years from now,

I’ll be alight with countless more

Scars and burns and supernovas:

The astrological, trauma-filled

Story of my life, told through

A galaxy of crimson stars.