wendy darling

September 30, 2009

two windows draped with gossamer curtains,
letting in muted light that
brushes the silhouette of the girl;
the top of her calf illuminated,
while the rest falls into shadow.
crescent eyes,
dewy lips,
hair falling like
hanging moss inked black.

she lies quietly,
eyes not really looking
at the exposed beams of the ceiling,
or the cream wall.
her own thoughts are much too interesting:

inside,
she sees
galaxies exploding,
and a boy who holds out
his hand to her,
kisses her crescent eyes,
and virgin’s lips,
because she knows that
someday,
someone will explore her body,
make her feel alive,
and allow her to really see the exposed beams above
full of the galaxies she had seen
exploding.

Emma Stein, attends Newark Academy and is a member of Nu’s teen board.