her light would reflect
Moon blooms like petals through a bulb,
The skies within her break as glass.
Most times she holds cup partway dark —
Moon blooms like petals through a bulb,
Only close, and open ~then some~ —
The shadow of her going as
Moon blooms like petals through a bulb
The skies within her break as glass.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2025
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