Diet Cola Supernova

In response to Jenny Justice’s writing prompt, Star Week!

Burning starlight turns to dust,

Inter-galactical wanderlust.

Shedding skin,

So razor-thin.

One reckless slip,

My drying lips.

Can’t escape this self-made coma,

Gallagher-boy Casanova.

My beloved pick-me-up,

Corruptly, un-Star bucked.

No nutrition nor calorific content,

Nor innuendos murmured at this convent.

Night sky’s shiny fragments bend,

“We die alone,” whispers my delightful friend.

All that matters, is all that’s within,

Prism Warden’s hand scribbled notes, books of sin.

Diet Cola Supernova

At tomorrow’s twilight, dear compatriot we will meet,

No worries buddy, I’m buying — my treat!

Together we’ll take a final look around,

All that’s needed, will be found.

In the distance, a beacon’s noise will call,

Count-down commencing, to the heroes hall.