leave her alone

leave her alone, she’s tired
the woman who lives on the moon
her house 
is drowning in moonlight
her bedroom walls 
powdered pink
and every night 
she cuts pomegranates
that look like rubies
soaks chestnuts in rose water
and saffron milk

oh honey, 
she keeps all her foxes locked
in the blue shed
they stare backwards at her life
their tongues
so sweet, so sour
licking off memories off her face

and every night
as the rain begins to fall
she talks to trees
while growing flowers
at the back of her pale hand
she dances with brown bears 
under the maple trees

leave her alone, she’s tired
the woman who lives on the moon
dressed in white and black magic
petting tigers and bees 
on lunar nights
her animals 
smell like rain and sadness

my heart
was born out of silk feathers 
and sunsets

I’m the Ophelia
of your 21st century


Thank you for coming to read me. If you can, help me to write more. But…just You being here…means a lot. :-)

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