Selenophobia
Hush your mouth.
A Paradelle of Sorts
Her eyes skipped the moon when trying to elude recognition.
Her eyes skipped the moon when trying to elude recognition.
“Where is the North star?” she asked herself.
“Where is the North star?” she asked herself.
The star skipped her eyes.
North eyes asked recognition. “Where is the moon?”
She turned away from the sky.
She turned away from the sky.
Unease echoed inside of her head.
Unease echoed inside of her head.
The sky echoed inside her unease.
Lips parted, like lily petals with cyanosis, and mocked a kiss to the ground.
Lips parted, like lily petals with cyanosis, and mocked a kiss to the ground.
Feeling escalated when she glimpsed the moon from peripherals.
Feeling escalated when she glimpsed the moon from peripherals.
Fear parted like the moon, when a kiss mocked the ground.
She glimpsed the kiss, escalated from the moon.
The moon mocked recognition,
when lily petals asked a kiss of the ground.
The sky turned away with echoed fear.
She skipped the peripherals of the moon,
like when unease parted the North.
She echoed away the sky with the moon inside.
