constellations. 

Elizabeth Curtis

 

She lay beneath a sky littered with stars, the night brushing its cold fingers against her cheeks gently, the caress crafted from wind and crickets chirping, nothing more than a grain of sand on a world of gods. Celestial bodies twisted and burned with the burden of endless wishes, casting a palette of dreamer hues across their endless cage: lilac, wisteria, lavender, and onyx with a hint of bronze. She longed for her future, to see her destiny splayed out on a map like an adventure ripe for the taking. And the stars above laughed, knowing that her future was darker than the deeds that imprisoned them there.