Through the grass, the moon so beautiful

The woman inches herself forward, and upward

With arms clawing nothing but air

Like a wooden block sinks heavily into the hay

It is fresh, it is ready

The man slithers his rough hand down the blue dress

The woman let out a gentle moan 

She didn’t mean it, it just went through 

What went through was a signal

A border that is lifted off, a door opens up

He goes in, deep

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The moon looked so beautiful

Even after what happened it still looks beautiful

Nothing can suck it light and dim it shines

I cannot say the same about mine

I feel the knife shallow enough to feel it, though too deep to remove it

My bones shook and my hair strangled 

I couldn’t breathe so I took a breath

Inhaled everything, in a fetal position 

I want to remember because no one will

I want to be able to picture this scene again because no one will

Because along the way it will slowly drift away

So I must hold on tight to it even if it pains me 

Even when it feels like violent waves, I go under the current

Naked in nude color hay but the moon’s radiance keeps me visible

A Modern-Day Cassandra by Annie Ma