i.
The nocturnal cacophony
hollows her cheeks
and glistens her eyes.
ii.
The hare gathers his courage,
lopes across the dark pavement
in search of drier pastures.
iii.
The pines remain stalwart
through the dense and dampened air,
preparing for the coming storm.
iv.
The stars do not shine where
humans choose to tread, instead
spilling grace on deserts and fields.
v.
She lays under the thick of night
in her own acidic solution,
wanting to be
overexposed.
vi.
Her mental box of limitations
opens at twilight
and scatters her to the wind.
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