the moon twitched at
the sight of my aura,
her cratered lungs
whistled in agony,
and as she strummed the
chords of the crying ebony dome,
she breathes little moonbeams
on my umbrella, blowing me away.
i was wishing on her,
just before the sky exploded.
© 2007 Skarlet Rebell Queen
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Comments on a coin for every crater, she's no wishing well.