The moon light glows
over my pale imperfections,
Illuminating my scars.
I trace fingertips over my skin
as I dance under the celestial light,
reminiscing on journeys of my past.
I try to appreciate the linger of pain
along with her sister, pleasure.
Who I once was shifts under lunar shadows,
watching who I am now spin in lustrousness.
I am a child of Artemis,
I feel her arrows pierce my heart
as Apollo dreams.
I come to life under the moon
& climb into myself in the sun’s rays
humming aubades til the world slumbers.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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