the moon took me to the sea


this morning
I woke up to the sound of
breathless screams
struggling to fight
and remain alive

that sound of pain
painted in vivid brushstrokes of blood
on the canvas of
someone's swollen throat

that sound
that acappella
you don't want it in your earphones
cutting hard
lacerating like dull knives

heads have been rolling
I'm just trying not to lose my own
the daylight reaches my legs
shadows drag me to bed alone

this morning
the moon took me to the sea
she told me to dip my feet in waters
yet she didn't keep an eye on me
there I was, diving in
still learning how to swim
and I wake up

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