The Joy Ride
dark moon prophecy
tears fall from her lashes
twisting and turning
the moon and the sun both
extinguished to protect their identity
cheap rolls unfurled
ferociously fight the terror
of the night
the harassed drops to his knees
what has he done?
the moon turns very pale
barely breathing
three tombs loom
at first light, like
creeping shadows
as the media
crowds the school
9/3/2018
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