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by Unknown
Chapter 1
The stars leaned close last night,
closer than they should,
like strangers pressing their lips
to the glass of a window.

They glittered as if in longing,
each one a candle waiting to be claimed,
each one whispering
of hands that never tire.

I stretched my arms to them.
I swore I felt the pull of their fire
dragging at the veins,
slow and certain as a tide.

It seemed tender at first,
like a chorus humming beneath the wheat,
but the harmony soured,
notes bending into teeth,
into claws hidden in the melody.

I told myself it was love.
What else can you call such brightness,
pouring itself down like a vow,
laying the sky open like a gift?

But the silence between them
was wider than the earth,
and something in that silence
watched me breathe.

If I go missing in the morning,
if my body is nothing but ash
strewn across the fields,
remember this:
the stars looked kind,
they looked holy,
and still I gave myself to them.