The light on her face

forms a ghost in the dark

reflecting her featureless eyes

like empty stars


Her smile is desperate


and lost amidst the millions

of worlds that see her and don’t see her and

orbit in galaxies of their own


And it is winter inside

and the pane is black;

refracting the ghost into a

blur of pictures and pouts.


Friends who aren’t friends bring her hope,

bring her hits, bring her likes; bring her hearts that

resemble love.



it seems like it’s enough.


But as planets spin

and comets collide

she devours black holes

with touches and taps


An addictive abyss

a ghost in the dark


Those empty stars.