Bruised Moon

October 7, 2017
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they've bruised her moon with patterns-
of gun-shaped stars,
yet, she holds up her withered fingers
she gathers the frail petals-
from the scorched gardens of war
with a trembling conscience,
she scoops up the waning moon
in a quivering flower

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