Waxing gibbous tonight. The edges carved away,
fading into darkness seamlessly as if
the hurt was never there to begin with.Few stars, cool air.
Sharpening our silences & sealing our lips shut. A gaze that magnifies,
pinning down the pale moonlight that spills on skin.
The moonlight that transcends
this story we tell ourselves over & over where we're
speechless still but that's okay, that's enough.Only that
silver of moon invisible to the eye
as we make sense of the night, wrapping ourselves instead
in a cold that cuts.-Stella Ho
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Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge
Werewolf[COMPLETE/WILL BE REWRITTEN] BOOK FIVE of the LACKING HUMANITY SERIES * * * Home. A place that Sage dreamed of returning to since the moment she woke up trapped and alone. After her daring escape and surviving the dangerous travels back to her fami...