hidden behind the scorpio moon
a poem…
hidden behind the scorpio moon
we may never come out of this
like unseen air breathed in
held too long, becoming
a shadow of a former soul
flattened molecules that split
away from each other, spinning
out into the cosmos on a journey
to a place where nothing is ever named
for the destructive edges it pierces into
you with
while we all wait for someone to say
‘you were right’, although
no one wants to hear it
less even want to say it
but,
there it is
as we turn up
our collective grief
& the counter is always
spinning out of control, moreso
than it has ever wound up for a spin before
