An Evening Out

July 13, 2016
By Estelwen BRONZE, Lake In The Hills, Illinois
Estelwen BRONZE, Lake In The Hills, Illinois
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Four crescent moons glowing white
Carved into the palm of my hand.
Here I will stay, talk to fight.
Against myself I will make
Just another stand.

Eight crescent moons glowing red
By now, honestly, I’m surprised the marks haven’t bled.
It’s over, with a sigh, I step from the crowd
Away from the people, shifting and loud,
And back into the quiet of my head.
 



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