Would you set off on a rocket, powered by a nuclear bomb capable of killing yourself and everyone upon take off, just to reach the treacherous moon?
I look into your blue eyes.
The eyes I sometimes see on a face you would burn to touch.
Eyes that are yours, on the wrong face.
I would decimate the place to take you down with me.
I'd set the world on fire just to watch you burn.
Your eyes are not his eyes.
Stay in hell, where you belong.
Stop looking at me when I see you.
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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.
