empty sella

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.