shooting star, how you wish you were human but instead you’re a traitor to all the heavens, a deity baring your doubts upon the unforgiving altar, tracing a freer future in the paths of falling flames
shooting star, how I wish I were fireproof but instead my palms burn as they cradle your body, your ethereal figure foreign to my cracked, mortal hands that shrivel to charcoal dust but still yearn for your warmth
shooting star, how we wish things were different but instead we are this: a contradiction, a mistake, a monster and a god dancing under the same sky, bringing shame to our names with every faint touch and embrace shooting star, we should not exist and we won’t last long but still, we’ll relive this moment ‘till our dying breaths tear us apart
Shreya Senthilkumar (she/her) is currently a high school student living in North Carolina. She is a staff contributor for The Lunar Journal and a columnist for Ice Lolly Review. When she is not writing, she can be found wandering around Barnes and Noble or managing her school’s calligraphy club. You can follow her on Twitter @http_shreya.