Coco

Reflected back at me,

I see myself through the sea.

My traits written in the stars,

I think back to the planet far from mars.

Where dreams weave themselves into reality.

A single spark, a fleeting breath, 

This wild, precious life, defying death. 

I'll chase the sun on windswept shore, 

And seek the truths I can't ignore. 

I could fly.

Not like stereotypical Peter Pan style or with bird wings

but with a shirt

with built-in handlebars

I soared and failed

crashing into my ceiling.

I told my brother to hop on

The aliens saw Earth and left.

Who is telling the story 

Of the little girl who got raped on her way home

From school

Who is telling the story