The Moon and My Heart

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
July/August 2018

By Rebecca Beaver

The moon ate my heart.
My vision was tainted.
I staggered forward, uncertain.
I heard something disappear.
I think—
I am myself.

I taste the hole in my chest.
The moon’s smile mocks me.
I know, I know
I am not myself—
I am merely a whisper
Of a husked heartbeat.

The Moon and My Heart Rebecca Beaver

Rebecca Beaver, 13
Tenafly, NJ

About the Author

Related Posts

Ballet is an art in which adults partake in a fantasy world that is more often associated with...

The Salish Sea is a vast body of water, stretching from southwest British Columbia, Canada, to the...

I vividly remember my mom, dad and stepdad around Tyler’s bed, each massaging a different foot and...

2 Comments
 
  1. Maeve July 2, 2018 at 1:15 pm Reply

    Sooooo great!

  2. cynthia werth July 28, 2018 at 8:00 am Reply

    SO expressive. <3

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: