LunaShe sat below the moonMore Like This
Her back resting against a tree
Bark rough against her skin
Keeping her alert
The sky was blue-black
The colour of midnight approaching
Her toes dipped into cool water
Fishing for the moon
LunaMore Like This
Silver rays pierce the evening sky,
Cool luminance pours forth,
The moon has ascended.
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To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
What is it?The fangs of the beast are stained redMore Like This
with blood of past victims.
One bite will tear me apart.
But I do not fear the teeth.
The claws of the beast have yellowed
and hardened with age.
One swipe will cut me in two.
But I do not fear the nails.
The pads on the feet of the beast are scared
and calloused from the path it has traveled.
One step would crush me under its weight.
But I do not fear the paws.
What I fear is something much worse
I fear the look in the eyes of the beast.
Bloodshot, leaking tears like a waterfall
The longing to be held once more, to be forgiven
I may not be the one that the beast wants,
But I will not tun away.
I do not fear the pain that the beast can inflict,
I fear the pain that I will cause if I walk away.