she goes bump in the night –
dawn crawls closer and she shifts restlessly.
thud. thud. thud.

she is your heart, embracing rebirth.

she is claustrophobic, tired
of this cramped pit.
she aches for your sunlight. aches for your ocean.

she is the loose change that clinks in
your pocket she is the hair tie wrapped around
your wrist she is the goddess you pray to in

she stumbles through hibernation,
her silhouette presses the
filmy chrysalis, a sticky

may she unfurl her wings, blow the shackles to
dust. open your ribcage, she reveals herself