Pretty Girls Don't Bleed by Emily Allison - HTML preview

hollowed starlight -

the divet in the

hollowed-out moon

cradles me as i

lay inside, tucked deeply,

as if i were wrapped in a

hammock in the middle of

nowhere.

i row over

liquid moonlight,

currents of stars and

waves of outer space

churning beneath me.

my oar glides across the

surface, breaking the

utterly still tides, drawing me

upside down as i

float around

every single crater.

from beyond me, i see

twinkling stars and

brooding planets that i

cannot wait to carve into and

let swallow me whole.

a ripple

grows across the

clear water.

when it reaches me,

i scoop it up in my

fingertips and

tuck it in my

pocket, grinning.

i can’t wait to

show you what

i found.