a girl's moon
she was a sunkissed wonder,
dancing on the qualms
of the doubtful
and laughing at her own ruins
without fear;
she could see a million miles
further than the average man
and could fly a million times
higher than the average bird.
she was a
catastrophic
ruination
of her own making
and of own her decisions—
she leant on no one
and loved only
the moon
because
its holes and craters
mirrored her own.
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A Girl Grows
Poesia❝ only the moon remembers her now. ❞ the journey of a growing girl, manifested in the words of a book. copyright all rights reserved. may have references/details to mature themes. recommended age; 13 or older. may be triggering. reader discretio...
