over weight lovers in the house

she howled at the moon tonight–
a cry and a song of heartbreak
the cold breath of the wind
sent shivers down to her spine
she wrapped her arms around her body
to stop herself from falling into pieces
like a glass house in a storm,
shards cut her like kisses
on her skin by past lovers who broke her
how sad and tragic this girl is
she can’t even save her from herself
tonight, the moon is her only friend
her howl is of tragedy
and a call for help
but everybody is either dead or asleep
she’s left alone with her heartaches
and an unbearable weight on her chest
she wanted it to be over;
the void is calling her
so the girl cried and bled sober
and she howled until the night is over.
—  la niña y la luna || isla