She mourns the soft, upturned earth of her own body; the failed harvest hangs in her
stomach like a sickness, the grave of the Unknown Soldier hidden under her own skin, her skin a thin cotton sheet over diseased wheat, her rough-spun shirt a funeral shroud of her own creation.
She is unstable ; the swells of her body have been followed by unmotion, like a sail caught
suddenly without wind, folding back upon itself: like the moon stretching out to a glowing orb, but stumbling upon its way and then only collapsing back to a sliver halfway. The earned softness of her body decomposes off her, leaving her bones thick and hard , and organs small , and bounded .
Alone, in the moonlight, she wanes.
Jacinta is a student studying physics and literary arts at Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island. Her favorite emoticon is the winky face and her favorite pastime is Netflix. She enjoys laughing, dancing and green teas.