as of now all of my emotions are coming out my head wild & not my chest
    my anxieties wet mud hardening into a cold moon in my chest 

my heart         a strawberry pink moon         casting damp spells 
        inside me                 something rattles against         my chest

i want to step outside my body & hold myself     two half moons weeping
                deep dark & full spilling earth into one anothers chests 

i need to make myself full i say to no one         daily,               walking life cyclical
i am the plants on my windowsill yearning for light, i can feel them in my chest

who will i become?                               me?                trapping light behind my eyes
looking for galaxies outside of        loneliness           echos             inside my chest