When he opens his mouth
I see stars,
and not beautiful celestial bodies,
dazzlingly hot and mysterious
and real –
but star-forms on the ceiling
of a tempestuous boy’s room,
cheap glow-in-the-dark plastic
softly luminescent,
daring you blink, there
a twinkle! a reprieve
from daylight’s burdens.
This boy dreams
not of telescopes and the
milky way, instead
he concocts
a plan to gild them
dazzling! rich! gold!
and auction to
the highest bidder.

by Melissa Kro.

via Daily Prompt: Reprieve