i curl a fist to practice
dig my nails into my palms
wonder if i could leave crescents in his skin, too.
black glass buildings, belly up
eat away at the stars
i pray for a streetlight
pray that when he pushes me to the ground
i will at least see the moon
i remember my bare legs
untuck my shirt to make up the difference
if there were blood on my knees
would they see blood, or the skin beneath?
i pray for the girl across the street
wonder if she wears crescents, too