I'm kind of the same way. Hard hitting stuff. I really liked it.

I just saw this piece on the recently posted and liked the title...glad it invited me in, it was a pleasure...your wordplay slides in, soft and supple as skin...line development is well crafted...loved: "...she’s got no use/ For penny wishes/ When she’s made of/ Silver dreams." ...This is a favorite of mine from first read...peace, *jewels*

Excellent personification here. You make your point quite clearly; maybe even an alternate version that ends on the lines That part of her is missing Most of the time.

Amazing image, I can feel it happen... the "Bend, burn up/Blow away". This is a precious, almost unbelievable moment... it is unforgettable, and multi-leveled in meaning. (Especially since the moon does its own origami in its phases... and does disappear completely...) Just beautiful. The "penny" and "silver" of it powers the contrast. In my favorites.

I was inspired to write a similar poem not too long ago, it does not compare to this. The image of the paper moon and the lady that is (not really) found there is perfect for your purpose – I swear I have seen neon signs holding out promises of (temporary, unfulfilling) paper ladies perched upon (false, fragile) paper moons (and if I haven't in actuality, this poem jumped the synaptic gaps between similar images and yours strongly enough to create a memory). In any case, and in your distinctly female (if not dainty feminine) voice, this poem captures the folly in every man's obsession with the girl next door / dancer on the stage / woman not his own. Best of all is the tone – most would have written this mockingly or bitterly; you manage to maintain a voice that is disappointed yet still empathic, retaining your humanity. As always, thanks for sharing....