la lune
an ode to the night
when the truth tastes like metal and knives I go to the moon knowing she’ll shield me from the brutality of acceptance that the sun would surely bring
when the truth tastes like metal and knives I go to the moon knowing she’ll shield me from the brutality of acceptance that the sun would surely bring
I love how your words glint with a sense of deep hope as well
Makes me think of Writer in the Dark by Lorde. Really great poem, thank you for sharing!