do you remember
the hurt of your very first leave
like the first strike from a mother
a disruption, a distraction from the calmness of the
timid nightfall
piercing fury throughout the body
like the buildup before the first fallen tear
think it was the very last time
the second to last date for me to mark on my calendar
hurt so much
in my head i tasted blood
YOU ARE READING
& the moon
Poetry& the moon is a piece of all my poetry, crammed into one 'fanfiction.' it is me & my poetry, my trauma pieces and everything else. it is my work, my reasons, my thoughts. poetry has no rules, and i probably am not even that good lmfao.
