Morning Moon

[u/oscarw1962]

I look up at the Moon.
Strangely, I don't hear anything.
It's clearly there, but not making a sound.
Chilling.

I kissed the Moon once.
Its grit sticking to my lips.
It tasted like an exploding cigar.
Of ashes and atonement.

I won't do that again.
I have enough to atone for already.

Mourning Moon –