Writing

Lunar Freedom

I pity the girl who danced to your rhythms
thinking it was she who created the beat.

Your dance is unsafe, unsettling.

On a new moon I drift away silently,
using the dark to my advantage.
Farewell you who once knew me,
a stranger to me now.
By the full moon you’ll be howling,
your outbursts mimicking the tides.

I twirl delightfully in my own waves now,
my smile as crooked as the waning gibbous
on the night I let you go.

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