The boy no longer clings to my waist.I wish he was,because this room smells sterile in a way that makes me unsettled,and it would be so uncouth to cling to you,as our tears fall,and a man tells us what we already know.I don’t know how I will tell the boy. He’s a man, now,but every…

Once the night has fallen,the day you have lived is lost.I’ve told you this,so many times,that of course,I expect everyone to know,but I still shine, forlorn under the glowing moon,with eyes, wide like my hips,my lips treated to the taste of my salty, insatiable tears.I always forget,that when the sun sets,there is nothing left but…