waiting on worlds

her eyes are caught in a spiderweb and
she can't feel her feet. Only the stars
are constant, tugging at her despite everything -
they can't be
disappointed
in her. Listen to the way they dance
like art or tears. until the end of your mind
they will dance, and you will stand
unable to see the road or feel the earth beneath you
but the whisper of nighthawks calls you on and,
somehow,
you keep going. There is blood on your hands and in your heart.
the emptiness won't let you go.

Try to be freer than you know how. She reaches out for things
she can't see. she know the end of this story
but that doesn't have to matter. she'll be the truth
no one else knows.
she'll keep reaching and the spiderwebs
won't hold back.