Unsignified
IThere’s part of me that isn’t a girlWhen she stamps and ragesred lights shoot along the groundUnafraid of the moss-hung woods She goes therewhen the world wants to erase her Or to the ocean floorShape-shifter Tentacled Writhing and lighting upTetras float around herShe sends up a wave of soundIIOnce I had a friendWe dreamed in …