Starstruck
I see starlight on my walls in dark nights
I see it on my windows.
Dancing round and round and running away.
The stars killed the sun, yes they did
I saw it with my own eyes, the
brutal murder, sun's blood
spattered and splattered
on the white and black
shirts of the stars
as the corpse of
the sun floats
away into the
darkness of
the space
alone.
I think, no, I know
That the moon is an abomination,
ripped apart from her mother's flesh, she LIVES
and smiles out of her genetically defected face a smile
so livid that not even her mother could love it,
and turns her face toward the sun.
And I saw the stars kill the sun,
but I didn't try to stop them
and I did not protest, no,
because a dying sun
could no longer
look at me
and laugh
at me.
Now I watch the starlight
and sing the starlight
on my windows
on my walls
I scream,
smiling.
Did you try
to catch a wayward star by its tail?
Because I can tell you,
stars can be quite maddening too!
Especially when you don't know when to close your eyes.
A student of English literature at East West University, Mahmudul Hasan Shuvo is an avid fan of American Gothic, Greek and Norse mythology. He is also interested in Saratchandra Chattopadhyay, Humayun Ahmed and Stephen King.
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