The Expanse

Stars are poking through her skin. 

I can see planets nestled in between her ribs.

With galaxies resting on her shoulders, 

She holds the entire universe within her palms. 

She smells like black holes and promises screamed at the sky. 

It’s hard to look into her never ending eyes. 

No matter how long man attempts to understand- He never will. 

She doesn’t have a beginning. 

Or and end. 

She’s constantly changing and growing. 

She’s nothing but everything at the same damn time. 

With solar systems crowning her head,

She’s the only thing that’s ever existed.