You were born from a shadow, darkness coiling
around your flesh like a snake. You who were born
with no shadow, stars clenched between
plump fists. You sucked on those mineralized
meteorites, eyes shining silver, and they named you
Star Eater. Play your part, wear robes of velvet
night, hung with scales and teeth. You will be
called demon, monster, nightmare, evil, death.
But they do not know how the stars taste.

[Editor’s Note: Publication of this poem was made possible by a gift from Sangwany Kreng during our annual Kickstarter.]