Strange Moon

 yes i'll admit

i knew it all along:

we were under a strange moon

we devoured ourselves
we peeled the skin from our bones

we poured out oceans of tears

we tore at one another

the golden-orange Strange Moon

looked down, horrified

his mouth gaping in shock at us

we were all ugly

the storm moved over the mountains

pressed us into something smaller,

less wild

she washed us clean

she mixed her tears with ours

so the Moon could not see

we'll be fine.

he's moved farther back 

but he's afraid to get too close

for every time he draws near

he sees the cracks in our flesh

where we stretch at the seams

the wild just underneath

the panic rises

creeps into his face

he looks down on us, stricken.

O, the Strange Moon.