Curse the day men went to war
Here I lay with wretched scars
The nurses stripped me naked
They thought I was all sedated
My body facing down, my sadness looms
As if laying on the dark side of the Moon
I traced the many patterns on the floors
like following the path of shooting stars
I felt their razors violating my virgin skins
tugging at my flesh as they poke deeper in
Hoping for good memories of days to come
when I am not under the knife but the Sun
Lively like a corpse on the yonder side
The mental torments within my mind
Awake to such states of viciousness
Please take away my consciousness
My needled-arms against my side
I feel their pressure on my spines
For the darkest flowers blooms
from the lights of the full moon
My inside parts were rearranged
outside shell remains unchanged
Strawberry Moon my Pink Umbrella
as I faded away into my inner stellar
I must've dreamt
a lonely girl, I am
the Dark Flowers of that full Moon
as I arisen into feelings not so true
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Girl of the Moon
PoetryDark flower, a story of a refugee and her family from the war torn country of Lao. Where they flee from the wrath of the communist into the comforts of democracy that had abandoned Lao in the first place; as she endures the conditions left to her b...
