Pluck a star now, dear.

Crush it in your grasp, twist it into something new, and dye it your heart.

Hear it crack, as you churn backbone and vertebrae.
Watch it splinter.
Swallow.

☆

"You make a foolish star, love."

.//this is a simple story of the unknown and contains themes which may be uncomfortable for affected audiences, including feelings of depression and assisted suicide; please be careful and enjoy\\.