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Dairy Skin<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n You didn\u2019t tell the moon to stop blinking<\/p>\n It stopped on it’s own<\/p>\n stuttering, wavering, shining<\/p>\n \u00a0bright enough to burn<\/p>\n Then going blank<\/p>\n Not even enough time to remember<\/p>\n The soft rays<\/p>\n Just gone<\/p>\n We loved it for it\u2019s power<\/p>\n Now we can\u2019t love anymore<\/p>\n Mr. moon won\u2019t be our chaperone<\/p>\n Ever again<\/p>\n Makes you sad,<\/p>\n Makes sleeping worth the wait<\/p>\n Makes the sky another black ocean<\/p>\n Raging, raging, raging <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Then falling<\/p>\n Then screaming<\/p>\n Then silence<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Spotlight<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Extra<\/p>\n Extra<\/p>\n The Moon is missing\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (it is?)\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (When was this?)\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 (I didn’t even notice.)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n (Then what’s in the sky?)<\/em><\/strong> Brave enough to ask daring questions<\/p>\n Daring in that almost smart question way<\/p>\n that can give you answers<\/p>\n but it’s too late<\/p>\n it’s gone<\/p>\n congratulations<\/p>\n \u00a0you messed it all up….<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n White poison\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n you’re all so funny<\/p>\n so is this<\/p>\n a joke in the form of words<\/p>\n spewing out of mouths like puke<\/p>\n it’s gone, been gone for a long time<\/p>\n but you notice now?<\/p>\n There’s no sky<\/p>\n there’s no moon<\/p>\n never been a moonlit sky<\/p>\n it never existed<\/p>\n Don’t fear<\/p>\n Don’t remember<\/p>\n f\u00a0 \u00a0 a\u00a0 \u00a0 d\u00a0 \u00a0e\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n -Jane\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Liquid Space\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n I’ve seen myself in a mirror suspended in a completely white room. Then again I was dreaming but that’s not the point.\u00a0I know what I saw and it was me, a form of myself that I had no idea even existed. I was an angel. No, a demon disguised as an angel.\u00a0Probably\u00a0not, but I wanted to make this dramatic. Anyway, she was standing on the moon. The moon I remember, -Eli<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lunar Fall\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n comits rain down like promises<\/p>\n i was promised a savior<\/p>\n i was handed a moon rock<\/p>\n and a packet of lighters<\/p>\n that burns holes into my pocket<\/p>\n now i’m out of money<\/p>\n and moons to give<\/p>\n and space<\/p>\n The twinkling stopped two days ago<\/p>\n the cites are up in flames<\/p>\n the water is up to our necks<\/p>\n but look on the bright side<\/p>\n I never learned to swim<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dairy Skin You didn\u2019t tell the moon to stop blinking It stopped on it’s own stuttering, wavering, shining \u00a0bright enough to burn Then going blank Not even enough time to remember The soft rays Just gone We loved it for it\u2019s power Now we can\u2019t love anymore Mr. moon won\u2019t be our … Continue reading “Mirror Mirror on The Moon, I’m Crippled”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":19,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2432"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/19"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2432"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2479,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2432\/revisions\/2479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand she was happy and full of a nice soft light. A light that had been before, when the moon hung in the sky like a reminder.\u00a0 A reminder to continue living to our best ability. Yes, that’s what I believe happened to that thing, we stopped believing. Believing in- in something<\/strong><\/em>. Our fate rests in our own hands. So let’s get back the-the- the…What was it called again?\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n