For as much beauty and wonder the moon brings,
It also brings equal terror.
Tonight it stands outside my room,
Mouth agape and pouring its sour light
Into my window, where I cannot sleep.
Go away, I say, and I shut it out
Using thin sheets of foamy boards.
They work very well
But I can still see the moon's ghastly fingers
Escaping around the edges.

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Author's Note: Originally written on September 13th, 2019.


By Adaline Guerra