On the night of the full moon
I stepped out
To see the night
And to see
The stars and the trees
But really
I just left
To be alone
And feel the wind
And not be in my body
To leave my skin
To shed my hair
To lose my bones
To peel my nails
To be bare
And fill my shell
With the stars
And the trees
And the night
And the moon
To turn my hair
to wisps of wind
to make my bones
as leaves
and my eyes as stars
About the Creator
Theresa Rose
Writer from Long Island
Third Year University Student
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