Until the Day He Died

She assigned herself a place among the stars. No one else had. That was the problem, they saw a drudge, a shoe scrapper. Not to him. He was hopelessly madly in want of her attention. She was too busy creating artificial light until the day she died. His mother lust was never satisfied, it played out in a thousand situations, the most acutely shameful being in public. Panting, moaning, squirming about he would ask the world, anything, to touch him. But it, they, were too busy.

No, he wouldn't kill himself over it. There was no point to that. Instead, he would barter for it. The price was too much for him to hire it full time exclusive but he could steal it for a time or triad something for it. Before we knew it he had assigned himself a place among the stars. But all we saw was a drudge, a shoe scraper, until the day he died.