Waxing gibbous: A poem

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Waxing gibbous tonight. The edges carved away,

fading into darkness seamlessly as if

the hurt was never there to begin with. 

Few stars, cool air. 

Sharpening our silences &

sealing our lips shut. A gaze that magnifies, 

pinning down the pale moonlight that spills on skin. The moonlight 

that transcends

this story we tell ourselves over & over where we’re 

speechless still but that’s okay, that’s enough. Only that 

sliver of moon invisible to the eye

as we make sense of the night, wrapping ourselves instead 

in a cold that cuts. 

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