Via Come, Come, CommalaYou are worth the weight
of every star
that gave its life
for your creation.
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Even now
their handiwork
is etched discretely on your face
in the ions of your thoughts
the elements that shaped your bones.
.
I’d like to think they understood
the nature of their sacrifice:
that they would one day
burn again
through the science of your skin.
.
Each of your atoms
is a mystery to me;
how the universe could have crafted you
in only thirteen billion years.
—Rachel Daniel (x)
May 16, 2013
miso ; home-made tattoos ; fireworks for k. ;
traded for help installing a show ; sydney, 2013
