BY Natalie Crick
See
The moon hangs in utter darkness,
A smoldering black,
A crack of light
Disappearing almost,
The world paused outside.
The moon hangs in utter darkness,
A smoldering black,
A crack of light
Disappearing almost,
The world paused outside.
Find yourself at crossroads
Stamp your feet
Shake the dust off your metaphor
Give thanks you are not Oedipus
Release your nightmares back to sleep