My Moon

My moon is ravenous

She devours the sun

She’s an open wound 

Gaping

The inner radio 

Increases in volume

The shadow station 

Is playing 

I’m haunted by silhouettes 

Audience to the vitriol they are staging

It’s a passing show

This I know

And so 

I let the tears fall 

I let the tears flow

I let myself feel small 

I let myself feel it all

The moon is a guest

A temporary visitor

I might as well 

Sit and have tea with her

She is a part of me, 

And I, a part of her 

My moon is just another teacher