Bratty Moon

..

She’s braying
and saying
that she doesn’t wanna
wane today, doesn’t feel
like fading away
into nothing.

She’s crying
and sighing
and holding nothing back
at bay, causing a tempest
-tantrum of whine
and ocean waves.

She’s taxing
and waxing
forth in expletive-al phrase,
holding her white-bone breath
for days, as we watch her stew
this sky.

 

 

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A second offering for Poetic Asides

 

 

 

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One Response to Bratty Moon

  1. Ali says:

    I love that she might be a pre-teen, figuring out her emotions. I like imagining her as a once-upon-a-time Abby. 🙂

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