The Killing Moon


It was in between weather:
When it wants to rain, but it won't.
Which is how he was feeling at the moment,
In between.
He wanted to go,
But he couldn't.
So he sat in his room
Listening to 'The Killing Moon,'
While they went to the party.
And thus Martin missed his sixteenth birthday.

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