Poetry by Montana Leigh Jackson

                       corrine klug CC
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the moral of the story is that you get to have one

i hear the same story again and again as the years slip past me. it goes like this: 

once there was a girl who wore her bones on the outside. once there were secrets that
whispered through the spaces between her rib cage, turning her insides to stone. 

once there was a girl. 

in the shadow of my heart, i carve the words into my lungs. breathe them in like gospel.
how it must be to live within a perpetual thunderstorm, to curl your fingers and have
clouds wrap around your throat. to drown again and again as the days float past you. to
feel like this: 

once there was a girl who had a spirit so loud it filled an entire room. once there had
been dreams that sang lullabies, that filled her palms with possibilities and straightened
​out her lifelines with hope.

once there was a girl.

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Montana Leigh Jackson is a student in Montreal, Quebec. Her work has been featured in semicolon lit, Ghost City Review, Turnpike Magazine, ENTROPY, & others. She finds peace amongst words and within thunderstorms. Find her on twitter: @montanaLjackson

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