I often wonder why
terrified of the monsters
under our beds
and as adults,
we willingly lie
score the knife against the stone,
we are all just star maps, she said.
playing follow the leader.
drawing lines from one rusty wheel
trying to atone.
her thigh became the stone.
I never knew,
as aubergine pools drew tiny crescents
in the leaves.
Mela Blust is a writer residing in rural Pennsylvania. She is an active member of many online publications, including medium.com. Her work is forthcoming in Abstract Magazine.