i tripped and fell and
split in half
surprised to find that the split
to be smooth and polished
as if it had been there
all along or
as if cut by a stone cutter
wet saw heavy grit polishing wheels
but the inside, the caverns
left in their natural state
filled with glittering jagged
spikes, false stars winking
each one sharp enough
to kill a man
each star promising light
but offering only razors
——
Words and Feathers 
Razor stars are hellish sharp when they fall on you. Very cool imagery.
Thanks, Slasher. It’s nice to hear from someone who knows about these things.
If you can’t trust stars, who then can you trust? So beware of the winking stars– there’s a reason why they wink!
Of course they don’t wink when you see them out in space. But then you have to deal with the lack of oxygen…
***gasp***
Too dark?
Nope – gasp of impressedness
Thanks!