A Sad Beautiful Poem

I feel like a child behind bars,

A sad girl on Mars longing for Venus, her home.

I watch the full moon once a night

In my room

And, hey, I ripped it with my teeth

And shaved some meat off what was behind—

You and your radioactive mind.

Photo: Milada Vigerova / Unsplash

The moon’s a fake, Just your expression. I’m curled in your possession, A soft green stem, a bit darker in places Where it was bent, An ingrown hair Just under the thin of your skin Trying to grow out of you From within.

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