she still sleeps
with the light on
and she knows she's going
nowhere,

until here arrives...
until now caves,
until then gives way.


she talks in rain
& sings as silently and beautifully as the moon,

and only the man
who lives on that distant ball of dust
knows it.


but there's no breaking her,
because she's already bent.

knees scarred,
tongue blistered,

& heart a mess of broken bird's nests
and wishbones.


she is sunlight streaming
through a burnt forrest

a cloud
shattered by the wind,

& i don't remember
just how bad her beginning was,



but i am damn sure


she'll be smiling in the end.