the moon used to wake her, stir her into words,
into other worlds, for a brief hallowed glimpse.
ever since the crisis she’s begun to lose memories,
moments, milestones sucked away under the bridge;
the eclectic shock seeping into the ridges of her mind,
numbing loves, surviving madness, stealing time.
she’s just a breath away from the mine, the ledge, the
lightning cell, the need to fall hard & fast down the well.