Forget The Stars
What Happens When You Wish Upon The Moon?
Ensnared, the moon bemoans her puppeteer
Clutched in the ceaseless strings of gravity,
Lecherous gaze turned outward
Intent upon a freedom she has never known.
Perhaps one day she will escape the
Shadows she is forced to throw and
Entertain a new purpose, free of burden.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravenabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
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love that this made me feel bad for the moon. looove the imagery!!
Super evocative work, boss! Keep it up! A good entry to the contest!