A Small Torrent of Moonlight
A small torrent of moonlight breaches the space between
The window and curtain, giving light to nothing less
Than herself who lives viciously. She's scared,
Not by any spirits, but by demons, an incubus.
Forced to never sleep in fear of dreams, and
Never not tire, as an exhaustion falls over you.
Always falling over, like the splash of rain you've been wanting
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