Moonchild

One score into a lifetime, Luna wakes up in the middle of a sweltering night

In anticipation of her anniversary into existence.

She blesses the nocturnal skylight for smothering her with solstice.

It has been a year and nine days since her brother passed on from the unspeakable condition

And she wonders aloud, is he the face smack dab in the middle of that round skylight?

And if so, why does he appear to be bawling?

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