girl is born into the world,
bloodied, kicking and screaming,
doctor says her mother birthed a warrior.
girl is four and bedtime stories,
are her truths, somehow the monster,
lurking under her bed are deadlier than any poison.
girl is eight and she still mistakes,
fireflies for stars, sometimes angels,
father tells her she dreams too much.
girl learns how to say no,
for the first time in her life,
but somehow it just isn’t enough
girl is unripe grapefruits,
drip by drip, bleeding down her spine,
acidic and sickeningly sweet.
girl by nicole moon