Sugar Moon

The sugar moon

Dipped in the sky on a string

Salt matted lashes

Unblinking, gazing upwards

The ache behind my eyes

Nights stuck to hot, wet sheets

Sweat clinging to my hair

The position dance for comfort

Respite

The silent pictures on the ceiling

The look on your face

When I told you

Your eyes searching mine

For reassurance I could not give

For answers that didn’t exist

And I looked down to see

The walls building at our feet

A sort of pain protector

A shield but also a weapon

The genocide of feeling

We thought we could cut off the rot

Dig out the roots and keep

The flower

2020-now