i. the moon wraps her
hands around me, the
light awash in my hair
(the soft beams become
harsh luminescence)
ii. I trade waterfall
for sink water
I would trade anything
to have No Face
my hands only hold
disgust towards myself
iii. lessons are taught
in cycles, and I was
older than most when
I learned to ride,
if I close my eyes
these lights become
the moon
and all is forgiven.
Royal Rose 