the moon doesn’t tell you
the moon doesn't tell you to hide under a blanket
so that the monster doesn't grab your feet
after the night has dissolved to every corner of the sky
you look at the crescent wide awake among lies
roots crawl up your toes, caressing your knees,
you see it climb up parallel to your ribcage, all-around your neck
the moon doesn't stop you from worrying
because anxiety is moonlight reflecting in every part of your body
you are scared to turn off the lights because monster under your bed will crawl
you will gasp for breath but you might as well drown
because the moon doesn't tell you to forget all it implied.
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