Haunting of Moons

by Maple Tree   Oct 12, 2020

I've become uncomfortable
with pillow clouds that dance
under the darkest of moons-
the feeling of skeletal fingers
sends chills upon a fiery spine
as coffee chills my lungs.

I want to breathe
but I'm haunted
at knowing you
still love me.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Walter


  • 1 month ago

    by Star

    This gives me chills, and I see you in this poem there us so much depth in it!

  • 1 month ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Those last few lines are my absolute favorite, and give me chills and sadness. "breath" should be "breathe" though, but I felt that constriction in this. The inability to truly breathe in and out, in the moment, and trying to process another's emotions and feelings toward you.


  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Beautiful Andrea!

  • 1 month ago

    by Violet Raven

    Love this!

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