Heartverse

She was cut from night and given the shape of a heart. A moon caught in her hair. Blossoms opening where silence used to be. A planet turning slowly at her shoulder, as if even the sky wanted to stay close. Gold dust lives on her cheeks. Stars lean in. A ribbon of violet light keeps circling, unwilling to leave. She does not speak. She blooms in orbit — half garden, half galaxy, wholly heart. Digital painting via procreate