Shooting

He launched the orange

black-ringed planet as if he knew

it belonged in space; his feet left

the ground and his heart

trailed the ball like stardust

across a universe silent with fatigue

and ten seconds left

and gravity. A constellation

of sweat where his heart is missing.

So this is a star.

(i need a better title!....I do like how the first and last word go together though) :) 

Matchgirl

Lamplight falls like snow on the face of great age

frosting her with moths like grace. She looks up

blinking like a star, a little

Sirius, and thinks of home.

The halo frozen in her retinas sanctifies

her step and the ghost of a firefly

brushes her cheek reminding her

that she is cold.