The ever-moon
The ever-moon
by Marie Gordon
It’s 3am at night
I’m ticking half awake
You’re in the foggy grey
That’s clouding my contacts
In my empty beer can
Over the piling trash
My eyes fall comatose
On the remnants of you
You are the night that seeps
And hollows out my brain
You are the one that doused
My giving with your greed
Bring back the rainy days
The sun that dully shines
The drizzling heart that kept
Its tenderness on hand
Fade out, fade out cruel moon
That purples arid eyes
And blood lets bulging hearts
Like rising red balloons
You’ve drizzled my goodbyes
Into my pink sclera
You’ve got your pound of flesh
It’s time to pack your camp
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