Skylight
~Deana J. Tavares
Within my chest
There’s a vacant place
A microscopic girl
Lives there
With a nameless face
I sustain and nourish her
In the absence of light
Though she lingers there
Both day and night
Curled up tightly
Between my ribs
Telling her stories
No one to call them fibs
Filling lung cavities
With salinated woes
Gently rocking
To and fro
Climbing rungs
To my esophagus
I quickly swallow
The journeys
Swift
Now waist deep
In acidic streams
She climbs again
Knowing
Up high are dreams
©2017