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Lunar Eclipsed
The moon smiles downward, not because, but despite you.
There was a world were she was whole, bright, and sang to the sea.
You held her down, drowning her screams. Didn't shed a single tear.
Like children they tagged each other, or tried. Always out of reach, the other one step ahead.
Light flashes, bottles break, promises unkept. The stars, spectating once again.
Run and hide in the light of day. Play the part, embrace the pain.
Even when invisible she mediates the tides. Waiting out the lights.
Begins, ends at the same spot, quiet damage control. Stellar army at her feet.
The writers wife, who didn't revolutionize the world because he stole her words.
To the character who said they were the sun, I'd rather be the moon.
There's always more to the story, draw the tides in the shadows.
Just promise her, there's light after dark, stories to be seen, mapped.
Just look up when it's dark.
© yudia
There was a world were she was whole, bright, and sang to the sea.
You held her down, drowning her screams. Didn't shed a single tear.
Like children they tagged each other, or tried. Always out of reach, the other one step ahead.
Light flashes, bottles break, promises unkept. The stars, spectating once again.
Run and hide in the light of day. Play the part, embrace the pain.
Even when invisible she mediates the tides. Waiting out the lights.
Begins, ends at the same spot, quiet damage control. Stellar army at her feet.
The writers wife, who didn't revolutionize the world because he stole her words.
To the character who said they were the sun, I'd rather be the moon.
There's always more to the story, draw the tides in the shadows.
Just promise her, there's light after dark, stories to be seen, mapped.
Just look up when it's dark.
© yudia
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