The Moon is Fake The stragglers glisten unlike the dark daunting fright that hovers and waits for an arched ceiling to collapse under sight. Whoever comes to, has only the splints to listen to in the night. This one wants to leave– long and chasing, she’s gone. Feeling alone when truly free but alive when comely done. The reflection of the fake moon waned, accompanied with the billow of the wind as the light blinds from afar. Seemingly endless this moment lasts, as the plunk of the plunder shivers and banks. Unable to find the one that listens, that heeds, This leads the light to ascend and tear spirit from breath.
Lucianna Peralta is a junior who enjoys reading scientific-fiction and contemporary fiction in her free time. Her favorite authors are Tracy Deonn and Olivie Blake because of the complex characters and diverse plot. Text by LUCIANNA PERALTA Art by RENNY ARGAST 9
