.
She braided soft moonlight in and out of her hair,
remembering that fearing that which was in the dark was
silly when a simple slivered beam of moon could make
the unknown known–
Fear could freeze a soul,
or shatter a heart in between beats.
Anticipation can beat and defeat an aorta
and bend it completely out of shape.
Her last breath pulled in true light of the moon,
exhaled upon her fears as she simply
turned and walked away–
fearless,
with her moonlit braids patting her back.
.
