She plastered the windows
with ink-stained paper
because the light was too harsh
for her fragile new layer of skin

She placed a dried flower
on every part of her that hurt
and prayed they’d bring
each other back to life

And when the sun fell to its knees
beyond that inevitable horizon,
and the moon showed up,
dressed to impress
in its best white lace,

She shattered every window pane,
let the night fall in,
and howled like the wolf
she was

10.8.15 tm