Starstruck

Photography by Jakub Ziembicki// bottom left corner is a streak of planet Jupiter

Reaching for the stars, I burn my hand. Nothing is going right. My plan is failing.

Abort, abort, abort.

Vulnerability never looked so weak.

Churning and burning.

Tears and tsunami

I reach for the stars again

I burn.

The pain is lava. The heat melts away my strength.

I burn until I am nothing but bare bones with a heart.

I look at you for help.

You tell me stars are just a metaphor. Real stars are too dangerous to touch. You warn me but I just don’t care.

I reach for you again.

I reach until I die.

I can’t feel you anymore.

Everything has changed.

REBECA BRITNEY