SoulReserve

nightfall

The stars
on her bodice
slipped
ever so often,
and she clumsily
adjusted
the moon on her forehead,
she combed away
the fiery trails
that comets left
in her hair,

Maybe he wouldn’t notice,
that she wasn’t
all that beautiful.

© SoulReserve 2016

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