Fourteen Years Old
I didn't realize until I was much older that seeing a lunar eclipse would be rare. At fourteen years of age, all I knew was that it was cool to look at.
Beautiful, actually, but you wouldn't catch my tomboy-in-converse self staying that back then.
I didn't like to show weakness and being in awe at the beauty of nature was weakness.
Yet though I tried to put on a tough exterior, I could not stop myself from going out that night to stare at the reddish tint of the shadow on the moon.
Every few minutes, it covered a little more space.
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Every few minutes I felt smaller as I thought about how inconsequential we were to the universe.
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Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
