Bruise Collector

Her own life’s director
With arms full of fireworks
Igniting skin to see what lurks
Beyond the overflowing nectar

You were supposed to protect her!

The wrists burst open, filled with galaxies
Out comes shooting stars and canaries
A universe filled with happy memories
Eternally fulfilling fantasies

Like fireworks exploding realities
Stardust left behind among the tragedies
Her celestial body of abnormalities
Lifts from the ground as it no longer breathes

Don't go too far, bruise collector