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By the time they get to the bridge,
she’s already been sucker
-punched by a fat, full moon
(a fraud, really: hustler of the horizon,
harlot of borrowed light.)
She stays in the car,
anyway. Her mind
a prison.
Her heart,
a tomb.
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Prompted by Toads.
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De, you are amazing. Thanks for adding your pen. That couplet ending the first stanza is – well, I wish I could write like that ~
We all wish we could write like this. Such a fine description of the duplicitous moon.
Cold hearted, already six feet under to us. Nice, De, a person here who we don’t want to have her troubles.
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Ohhh – sad story, beautifully worded. How I love ‘hustler of the horizon, / harlot of borrowed light’.
‘harlot of borrowed light’, such an ingenious image. Loved the write, dislike the sadness yet I fathom hope for the protagonist. Hope she drives of into happiness, a porch with margaritas!
‘harlot of borrowed light’ – Wow!! You nailed this one!
My goodness this is soo beautifully worded, De! ❤️