Last night, the moon gave me a gift. She drug her nail against the blackboard of the night and showed me
A way out. She illuminated the secret path with her warm, blue rays. She kissed me, gently, and sweetly whispered the instructions for escape in my ear. As she turned her back to me, I flinched. I threw my arm out — grabbed her.
Stay, I begged. Instead, she smiled, and I saw stars in her mouth. I reached in, grabbing one for my journey. Something to guide you, she giggled, your map toward
A way out. It wasn’t written in any language I understood, the map. Instead, it was warm and seemed to melt into me. I placed it over my heart, so that the she could show me where I needed to go — exactly where she wanted to send me. The path unfolded before me politely, almost as if she were inviting me to escape … not quite demanding it. So – I ran! I put the fire of the star, the fire she had forged for me, inside. And I ran! My feet understood what my mind didn’t, following the path she had carved out for me. So close. So. Close. Freedom seems so clear beneath the soft, feminine glow of the moon. Gleaming
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