Pallid face splintering
Forming the thrumming stars.
Mind misconstrue with confusion
As grey dappled arcs reflect
Delicate painted nails drifting away.
I wish I could comprehend,
But Virgo is my conqueror.
Imprinted on lacerated wrists
flourished signs of sensitive Virgo
captured in insanity.
The wails ring too loudly
Piercing thin eardrums
which vibrate with unaligned heartbeats of thousands
As hopeless seasons drift on by.
Winter freezing stars in orbit
left waiting to thaw and shift again
Spring bouncing rosy pink to sky and back
but colors too dull to penetrate the ash around
Summer melting soaring comets
giving birth to long trickles
which seep through sweat soaked planets
where rainy wind blows the stars away
Darkness swooping low as I wait
For the screech of winter to arrive once again
And congeal young Virgo’s pallid face
So it may splinter.