she wanted to write poetry about the place where the forest met the stars, paint watercolor stains in the whites of her eyes with bleeding blue and periwinkle flowers. she wanted to dig deep inside herself and cut out the raw gemstones within her rocky soul.

but a voice would always stop her

you are no raw gemstone, you are just a rock

you are not enough. you can put the whole universe into a blender until it turns into ink for your poetry but you would still not be good enough to write celestial words with a soul of asteroid dust and star paste. you can dig your pen inside of you but all you'd find was rotting blue glitter blood that makes your poetry decay

you are just a rock

just a rock

just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock just a rock

oh rigel, you are not enough

you were the brightest, but you fell without exploding

you just turned into a rock