Stars, Wounded

Dust falls from a cosmic furnace.
Lives drift, crumbs in the darkness.
I've watched debris dance,
and I know you know.
I hold you in your night's atoms,
and the planets of your resolve.
My galaxies, so bruised, remain kind,
and in this kindness, I will keep you.

Meg Smith is a poet, writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry Bay,The Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology, and many more.

Her short fiction collection The Plague Confessor is available at her online store! megsmithwriter.com

Her most recent poetry books, Pretty Green Thorns, Night's Island, This Scarlet Dancing and Dear Deepest Ghost, are available on Amazon.

Find more by Meg Smith in the Author Index.