Michaela-Johnson

i fell upward through the sky and landed back first on the sun and when the solar flares scorched my skin off i didn't even mind i bumped into airplanes as i went they told me about omaha and phoenix and new york and the los angeles airport and when they asked where i was going i said i didn't know i passed through clouds that wished me luck and stars shouted messages for me to deliver to their brother (the sun) i carried them all mercury and venus were kind and lovely but when they asked me to stay a while i had to admit that i could not stop not even for a moment when i finally collided with the sun he whispered "i have been wai

women like me don't get pretty faces and delicate features we get angles and edges and sharp collarbones and hearts made of broken glass and nothing ever heals not our scraped knees from when we fell off our bicycles at the age of nine not the embarrassment of being called nerdy in front of everyone in the seventh grade not the agony of stumbling into heartbreak after unforgiving heartbreak and especially not the frustration of living with a fractured soul and a body that's more stinging than soothing on the eyes the acid in our stomachs is just a little too strong so we attack it with fire water but you can't fight fire with fire,