Miss

As the moon resides above my head,

where it lives and has lived throughout existence.

It sends out an iridescent light that has found its way upon my bed.

It knows I have something that is alive, lying flourishing with both hearts inbred.

Two tantalizing compressed hearts that have loved, fought and dread.

Only to be seen when the moon shines upon its fine white thread.

This ensues the following, unsaid:

-Faced fears of shadows and angered pits of people—widespread.

Broke barriers and steered away at the paved path of leaders that—have led.

Sheathed for the sake of being undead.

It’s normalcy is differently embed-