The Dark Between Stars

Choosing to remain anonymous, Atticus stays behind a mask to remind himself to always write what he feels instead of what he thinks he should feel.

As his time dawned

he looked up at death

please he said . . .

“just one more life

I promise I’ll be quick.”

There is not enough time in life

to worry about there not being enough time in life.

You are worth your imperfections

you are worth your bad days

you are worth your good

you are worth your confusion

you are worth your insecurities

you are worth fighting for

and you are worth loving.

And that’s a fck’ing fact.

Her courage was her crown

and she wore it like a queen.

The bravest thing

she ever did

was to stay alive

each day.

She walked

through life

with the eyes

of a wolf

who belonged to no one

but the night.

She was powerful

not because she wasn’t scared

but because

she went on so strongly

despite the fear.

As he chased demons

born in youth

all I could do was watch

with a jealous curiosity

for the fire he fed with drink

what a marvelous,

inspiring, terrible thing

to live so close

to madness.

She didn’t know why she did it,

she felt trapped inside her skin,

and maybe,

she thought,

just maybe,

the cuts would let the light in.