I find myself watching the iridescent hues
Stir within my skin. Stars bursting to
Life, ionizing dust clouds with their
Chaotic radiation. Nebulae are my favorite
Things to trace on my skin though
Like many cosmetic changes, they
Only seem to disappear with age,
Even galaxies fade in time
Like an hourglass that is yet to be flipped,
I have yet to see any of them return.
Yet the vibrant color remains almost
As bright as when they first began.
Boastful blue giants blast their light
Far out into my flesh, sending streaks
Of color scattering until they die,
Forming a zit in my cells darker than night.
Nothing seems to fill those greedy guzzlers,
Chomping at the bits as light falls in
And dragging my lovely colors into the dark.
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