Moon and Sun


The Moon has always hated me
Never shining when I am in the dark
Now the Sun has joined
It's anger and wrath rips me apart
Crying over spilled milk
No
Not crying
Stepping
Trampling over me
My efforts will never change their minds,
So I turn the other cheek
But what happens when there are no more cheeks left to turn?
What then?

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