Page 58 - Dark Matter Issue5 Part II
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It was like the sun and the moon left
her alone on an isolated star,
her voice failing, her arms flaying,
I thought she would fall over
from the vanishing of breath.
Her body swayed in a
circular motion, an angle
the force of anguish.
Loving feelings, so precious
leaving
and out of reach.
Suicide thoughts
taking over all her senses,
all stability.
Her knife slashes her arms.
“You with the beaded moccasins,
take her hands,” shouted my aunt,
“Bring her back,
