she picks the (micro)petals from her eyes & blows-them-away like dandelion parachutes & she won't dare forget to MAKEAWISH

with childlike whimsicaldreams pressing against her lips

((she's so afraid of bad omens & inverted horseshoes))

every time she see(k)s that shooting star: she clamps her eyes shut & pools the wishmagic against her lids (for she knows every secret for 'proper wish taking')

& when the wish is captive(ated), she opens her eyes & knows-it-comes-true

& she touches her third eye with a smile, cause it's burning bright (& she knows the reasons why)

cupping midflight fireflies, she then releases them on wildflowers & daisies in hues of grey