Tears to the twilight moon.

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*from draftbox

Night falls,

rains drown out

hollow screams of death.

I watch the moon from afar.

A slither of light between

dark storming clouds

she whispers my name.

I dance upon her rays.

Darkness creeps about

my soul, caressing

hidden contours of my

porcelain skin.

I tell the moon my secrets.

She listens,

tentatively

never leaves my sight.

She listens to my cries

at all times of the night.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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