Sara

17

A supermoon was out last night
But it didn't seem so great
So I sat down on the dark summer street
And the glowing orb fit right between my forefingers

I had conquered the moon and scared away the freckles of the sky
They hid shyly behind the clouds which floated much too high

I felt little chills along my thighs which my dainty floral dress could not soothe
So I wore a boy's arms around my body for warmth
But I felt stronger just holding the moon