The Girl Who Stopped Loving the Moon
I no longer await you,
nor I mark my calendar.
No more staring,
no more howling,
no more skinny dipping
in your light.
I peeled off the shine.
You are just a bitter opium
that rots in my veins
and gives me headaches.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2021
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