{"id":3269,"date":"2024-05-04T11:25:31","date_gmt":"2024-05-04T03:25:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/?p=3269"},"modified":"2025-04-21T20:38:25","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T12:38:25","slug":"once-i-offered-myself-to-the-stars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/once-i-offered-myself-to-the-stars\/","title":{"rendered":"Once, I offered myself to the stars"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mirra-Edora Esmael<\/em><\/p>\n

Once, I offered myself to the stars<\/strong><\/p>\n

I scooped up scraps of me
\nUgly edges, opened cracks
\nFaults, flaws, and ruins
\nBut they slip eagerly between the hands
\nHow unfair it was! How unjust!
\nWhen I finally solicited bravery
\nThe fingers have gone tired, they trembled,
\nUnable to carry all the thunders I rolled
\nBeneath the corners of my flesh and bones
\nStill, I gathered these and held them tight
\nI took it on a ride to the depths of the night.<\/p>\n

dogs howling
\n<\/em>lamppost flickering
\n<\/em>air sweeping
\n<\/em>people
\n<\/em>dust
\n<\/em>and leaves
\n<\/em>on empty streets
\n<\/em>echoing
\n<\/em>mechanical
\n<\/em>squeak, whirr;
\n<\/em>a staccato.<\/em><\/p>\n

I toss myself under the watchful skies
\nAbandoned and stripped my mind
\nBut the moon has fallen asleep
\nHow unfair it was! How unjust!
\nWhen I finally solicited bravery
\nIt has grown tired of people’s tears,
\nIt got bored of people’s whims,
\nSo I asked, instead, the stars
\nPleaded them to accept, to hide,
\nAll the sins, chunks, and scars \u2014
\nTo string constellations with tonight.<\/p>\n

trees slouching
\n<\/em>walls whispering
\n<\/em>air thickening
\n<\/em>melting dew
\n<\/em>light
\n<\/em>and soil
\n<\/em>on silent streets
\n<\/em>echoing
\n<\/em>mechanical
\n<\/em>thrum, whirr;
\n<\/em>a staccato.<\/em><\/p>\n

Distant, diamond eyes pierce me
\nLike mirrors, doubting, suspicious
\nQuestioning the unshapely fragments
\nI dragged and hid in my shadows
\nSo I took the tail of a wandering star,
\nScraped down the worst parts,
\nAnd offered them up above
\nBut they don\u2019t weave constellations anymore
\nHow unfair it was. How unjust!
\nWhen I finally solicited bravery
\nThe stars have grown tired of waiting,
\nAnd I am left with my rubbles, begging.<\/p>\n

One star took pity,
\nAnd so it called and asked me:<\/p>\n

“What do you think makes me shine?
\nIs it air, space, or time?
\nIs it me who created this light?
\nOr is it the darkness where I lie?
\nWhat do you think makes me twinkle?
\nMy light that hesitated to travel?
\nThe black spaces that ate my sparkle?
\nOr your eyes, which failed to discover,
\nAll these fragments creating my flare?\u201d<\/p>\n

eyes drooping,
\n<\/em>earth snoring,
\n<\/em>air blowing,
\n<\/em>bursting colors
\n<\/em>shapes
\n<\/em>and skins
\n<\/em>on lonely streets
\n<\/em>echoing
\n<\/em>mechanical
\n<\/em>hum, whirr,
\n<\/em>slowing down,
\n<\/em>singular sound;
\n<\/em>a staccato.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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