She
The moon cries when it rains at night
Chest churning, a hurting heart
She weeps in silence, careful to not make a sound
The moon is afraid to cry out loud
She will awake the children who sleep in their mother's arms
She will awake the women, sleeping in the arms of someone else
Biting down,
Counting stars
Who knew the moon was afraid of the dark?
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