by Eli Rooke
The cosmos forged me a new body
and I was finally made of stardust.
Constellations traced along my scars,
and the sun warmed me to my bones.
The galaxy embraced me, and it was love.
I held myself, and it was love.
The sky turned dark, as stars
suddenly fell from their places.
I became a shooting star,
and I was falling.
I was burning.
I held and clutched
at the warmth still blessed to my skin.
But in a moment of burning ash, I was awake.
I was back in skin, stretched tight over my soul
and back in breaths, caught in cages.
My body was cold.
– The universe was never as cruel as the moment it woke me up.
About Eli Rooke:
Eli Rooke is a non-binary entity who enjoys writing queer stories, with a particular focus on trans journeys and experiences. They can usually be found playing god with original worlds and characters. Eli has a passion for collaborative storytelling, and believes the best stories are the ones created with others.