i wake with the moon on my chest
the stars like cool flames above
my bedpost. the world turns
at my feet, i can feel
its soft breath: warm. expectant—
waiting for me
to break. the world does not know
pain. there is molten rock
where its heart should be. my body
is taxed, stamped for approval at the end
of each day. my body did not make it.
my body denied—a black hole. my body
is not whole. it carries with it the weight
of a thousand seas shatters glass, bruises,
with the slightest touch of hand.
Victoria Mullis is a writer from Franklin, Indiana. Her work has previously been published in Sheriff Nottingham and Punch Drunk Press. She plans to pursue a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019.