pressed firmly at the base
until there was a small pop,
fluid then danced and glistened
as it filled the cavity
like a little girl's glittery curtains
placed hurriedly
in her brand-new bedroom.
except, nothing was ceremonious.
nothing heralded this change of scenery,
and no one could even pinpoint
when it happened.
before we all knew it,
the girl was a woman.
hopes dashed,
she was only moderately
delicate,
a woman with a past--notebooks
of her own questions, but of other people's stories.
