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to the moon

You said you loved me to the moon

but you couldn’t make it back.

You got lost in its craters

as I lost myself in mine,

a swarm of holes in my heart,

the hollow crevices from a million losses–

Nights spent bent over,

curled within my cocoon of melancholy.

It is in these eerily silent twilights

that I watch the moonlight stream in and illuminate my pale skin.

I let that silver light



dismantle my heart,

for what is letting go but a slow dismembering of a weighted heart?


And you sunk further away,

only 238,900 sharded inhales away,



and I, swallowed by the density of unloved stars.

-Eva M.M.

And click on the highlighted word, swarm, above to be linked to the Daily Post’s page and read all the other great posts for today’s prompt.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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