"50 degrees," the doctor said. All she could do was cry.
DARK MATTER
She wanted to be a ghost
Head bowed,
watching her feet
Narrowly avoiding bodies
Shrinking away
From pitying stares
She wraps her coat tighter
Around her metal-clad body
And feels the tears
seep out of her eyes
She wanted to be the brightest star
But now,
all she wished
was to be dark matter.
YOU ARE READING
a landing on the moon (and other stories)
PoetryWe begin with the characters: the Moon and her phases, her beloved Sun, the planets, and the constellations that dot the night sky around her. And then we'll read about the eclipses, the supernovas, the aliens, and so much more. This is your chance...
