Moon Starched

Distance circles your eyes –
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIunderwater bubbles dressing
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyour very beating heart
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII{We’re dancing tonight, we’re
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdancing to fall.}

Destined wounds strewn with lies
and delays break your mind –
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII repair you –
like your hands bound in
IIIIIIIIa ribbon bluer than the
IIIIIIIIfraying skies.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII{Truth fails us, dear, it
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsoils us.}

Exploding fireworks are rare
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand so are you –
The leaves Fate said would fall
oranged with age but
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIrefused to be so
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdependent.

We tear words at each other
with smiles and insomniac tears.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII{We don’t understand the
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIworth.}

Flutters like dragonfly wings
and crescent-shaped scars like
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfingernails and waning moons
scream ignorance
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIof pain
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdeath
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIloss
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfear
of your existence that announces
you through dust particles.

It’s dusk and your fairy has come
to wipe your tears away
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- sorry I’m not a
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfairy –
How long do we need to wait
until she calms your reddened cheeks
IIIIIIIIIand tear stains?

Sorry I’m not a fairy.
I’m only the crescent-shaped
scar upon your pale wrist.