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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

sting,

sever,

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,

floating….

floating

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.”

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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