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MIDNIGHT MOONLIGHT Midnight moonlight Brushes through my hair Wildlife with great might Take flight On the mountains of my cheeks. Scatter and scare, No life yet to bare Burnt down, broken, used and reused No life has been refused. I lay there naked, Bruised and battered Molested and ravaged For years on years after. My blood sweat and tears, Seep into the pores of my skin, But my flowers no longer bloom Rather they quiver with great fright and hide themselves within the fires of each passing night. The thunder and lightning share my pain And cry out for me in the middle of the rain, Perhaps if I was more like Ares, and could rage an unforgiving war or like Saturnus and bring my children an innocent age of glory Maybe then they would listen to my grieving’s hopeless beginnings and suffocating misgivings. Fawn and cry An end as dark as night seems like a lullaby Stepped over and over Thick gas covers My body burning and dying.
- Yme Sanmartin