Moon Through My Window

I opened the window as wide as I could,

Then I took of the window screen.

It's dusty, scabby with blood

From cadavers of insects that I found obscene. 

My hand has been part of their deaths

My eyes saw things I now regret

But I opened it anyways,

and threw the screen off of my bed. 

There, the moon waits patiently.

I feel as if you're here,

Shining so bright in the sky, 

clearing out my pain and fear.

The cicadas sing, a nocturnal hymn

Melancholic and humble, an orchestra when the sky dims. 

Now that everything is cleared,

I sit on the window sill, legs aching.

Not ready to fall back into bed,

 I lean into the night's hummings.

Behind the trees, lampposts stand 

Unresponsive when I extended my hand.

So I reach out for the moon—for you

Knowing this time, I'd be listened to. 

Just like every other time

The moon listens to me,

for she has known the story of us—

the story I asked her to look after.

Sharp and swift, she weaved my plea

Into a ribbon that ties you to me.

Then, over the earth, a blanket drapes

Your warmth becomes one with mine.

I hold your hand to run through fields of flowers

Where land and dreams share no border.

Cicadas cheer our footsteps on

And fireflies light our path upon.

At last, worn out from laughter

We fell onto the grass;

A sweet breeze is caressing my cheek

As your breath brushes closer.

Then I melt, melt into the night

We melt under the moon who's still watching over. 

Your hand in mine, and together, we run away. 

Race past meadows of lavenders

You say they dance the same way my skirt does.

Playing hide-and-seek in gardens of sunflowers

But they're starting to get too tall,

I could not look for you.

I stand, panicking

When you creeped up behind, grinning;

"I'm always here", you said

But from inside your pocket, a black dahlia is blooming.

My hand in yours, and again, we took off running.

Slip through patches of thorny roses

That tear apart my skirt and its laces. 

"I can't do this anymore," I cooed

But you just giggled, dragged my body through again.

I looked up at the moon and begged for a stop,

But she was nowhere to be seen.

All I saw was a pitch black sky

Her silence fearful, our idyll collapsing. 

When I returned home,

My hair was dusty with lavenders.

The sunflowers' eyes follow me

And my calves are bleeding from the roses.

I shrugged off all these keepsakes you have given me

Along with my wishes for the moon.

I closed my windows and put back on my window screen

Again, the cicadas' celestial symphonies. 

I hope that the sky would later clear.

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P/S: I had a lot of fun writing this! but, um, I started at around 12:30 am....it's 1:30 am now, lol💔