Moonlight
woke up to the sun warming up my cheek
woke up to my brother beside me
my side hurts from the fight
it bleeds, I'm in pain from it bleeding
past, future, its in my memory
I get up like a penguin. I drank
I reach the kitchen for my thrist
I poor the milk into a glass
it turns red, it falls from my hand
I fall, I hear someone
I feel someone holding my hand
I open my eyes, I'm flying
Copyright © Crystal Turner | Year Posted 2009
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