She was never good enough, he told her,
Though she blazed star-bright for him
Till she burned out.
Now, in the dark,
His mouth is filled with ashes.
Note: the prompt was to go to Reb Livingston’s Bibliomancy Oracle, get a random quotation and write a poem inspired by it. The quote I got was:
Be more radical, star, you will say
Don’t stand there burning)
from “Materialist Horoscope” by Vanessa Jimenez Gabb