Self-portrait. 

Her patience is waning

Time’s gaps close tightly

Around her newest constellation

Of self and others. 
She’s holding 

Sharp stars in her

Wretched fists 

Hoping all those wishes

Will turn solid in the moonlight. 
She doesn’t know that

Stars were never diamonds

But the burning illusion 

Of something solid gave her

Hope. 

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