Shownotes
Moonborn
Aura Guerra-Artola
I am the Moon’s daughter.
Forever shifting rooms
within the skin I call home.
My light has crossed the tides,
so have my shadows.
I leave pieces—
memory like bark,
fallen
between full and hollow.
I lay in the hands of the earth
what in mine has completed
its cycle—
in case she wills
that it might bloom anew
for someone else.
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