Nightlight

there are nights
when thick skin
wears my insides
raw

twilight hours
where
my bed is
as vast
as oblivion

I could die in so much empty space

but the moon,
blessed mother moon,
hums loud enough
for me to hear

steady comes her song

about how

full
is the best way
to be
burst little girl
she tells me
you can burst
and still be whole
when morning comes

trust in me.