They said she swallowed galaxies,
one constellation at a time.
No fork, no plate, just trembling hands
and a hunger that made silence cry.

She walked barefoot across the sky,
stealing light from planets
no one dared to name.
They called her cursed.
She called it dinner.

Her eyes?
Two black holes.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.

And if you ask her why,
she’ll only smile
with moonlight in her teeth.