Stardusted

she loved wild peaches 

and had a fear 

of rain, 

when the lightning  

struck, it 

broke her open and 

stardusted moonlight 

filled her soul 

 

we forget  

we remember 

we die 

we live 

 

my muse. 

it will be alright 


Kimberly Madura lives and writes from a cabin in the woods of Vermont. Originally from Chicago, she has been a social worker for 20 years.  She has been published in multiple anthologies and literary magazines.

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