I saw her standing
on the edge,
still and silvery.
she was an abandoned car
reflecting moonlight
off her cold, metallic exterior.
she was the rusty outline
of a haunted house
whose ghosts didn’t know
it had been knocked down long ago.

she was overlooking
the lights in the darkness,
a silhouette painting against a galaxy
of scattered neon.
a silhouette painting against a galaxy
of broken glass.

she took a step
onto the stars
and
felt the moonlight
fall from her hair
and into
her
bones.