it was her body
her walk and her eyes
it was his bruises
his cuts on his hands.
his tears were her light
and so she burned so bright.
—b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
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it was her body
her walk and her eyes
it was his bruises
his cuts on his hands.
his tears were her light
and so she burned so bright.
—b.
