Magic with Skin On

by Morgan Nikola-Wren

Her slumped silhouette has the shape of the woman she could never quite grow into.

Even now, she cannot stop searching for a way out of her skin and into a life that fits all her fire.

let's take all our time out on each other

the terrible truth is anything can look like love if you've got enough lonely in your eyes

At night, she lays her head against her own acceptance, and moon after moon, she teaches herself how to dream again.