moon mascara

i only see her in that
way; he only sees me
through is abdominal
pains and never through
his fingertips.
see-through glass running
with mirrors so abrupt i
can taste the salt
off my self induced
wounds:womb of my
effortless fear
i do not need, i want
i do not listen, i see and
i feel the cradle
of soft hands that weld
me clean
in my moon
lit stars.