The Setting Moon (part i of ii)
In the settling dusk, in this graveyard of stars with prickling blades of grass, my back meets the cold ground. Sinking as the heavy weight on my chest pushes me further down the grave within a coffin of flesh— I lie still. My ribcage clasps my heart to shut up, to stop beating. Every thump draws a tally in my mind of every wasted breath I take. My friends become sirens, singing the laments of my soul with sweet venom, hoping to lull me to sleep— forever. In this pointless slumber, gloom seals my empty voids. My life−naked as a blank canvas, leaves nothing but my dull reflection. Even in this darkness, the moon has no place to shine.
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