When Luna Sings a Song

When Luna Sings a Song - poem

The entire universe vanished within the pupils of her eyes,

Each second she blinks,

Every night I fear death,

Until I became immune,

Because I have been killed so many times and forced into the next morning,

Noose in hand,

In solitude I caress the memories we once had,

The night we stared into your eyes,

Knowing we’d never conjoin like this ever again,

Wondering how I could learn to breathe without your lungs.

But that night, we burnt like stars exploding brightly into those beguiling orbs, disappearing into a void,

Your confession was the final radiance of a setting sun,

I surged my anger and forget the scent of your skin,

The dark contours of your neck won't haunt me anymore.

Every blue moon, when Luna sings a song, my skin bleeds beige,

And I act pretty,

But as long as we are miles apart, I believe survival is possible

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