[REWRITE COMPLETED] BOOK FOUR of the LACKING HUMANITY SERIES
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With the war brewing off in the West, Sage's allies assumed that the best course of action would be to get her and her family out of harm's way. When Sage goes missing without any t...
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The Moon
The mascot of darkness somehow bright enough to light my path when I'm on the brink of utter blackness swallowing me.
Desolate and distant yet a mere shift of the eye away, always waiting in the sky, whether or not I choose to say goodnight.
Tonight the moon looks full, its peak of luminescence, a shiny beacon mistaken to awaken evil spirits--A wolf, a ghost. It's only a circle.
But its face winks at me, as if acknowledging my insomnia, joining me in my empty bed through my blinds cracked, allowing streams of light to calm my terror.
Thank you moon, for holding my hand as I cry. You're like the partner I've never had. But again, you're not mine.
I can't tie myself to you with a ring. But I will wear your heart in my jewelry-- the crescents dangling from my ear lobes or your body etched in my cartilage ring.
We all go through cycles, yours i just visible in plain sight for us to judge. I know it's rough to rise every night knowing your competition warmed the hearts of billions all day long, but I promise you,
