i woke up early enough to see the moon.
she was still hanging in the sky.
it was the same moon that,
just hours before,
i shared with my lover.
it was the same moon that turned on me,
and the rest of the world.
the same moon that challenged my love,
my wants,
my needs.
"you can't trust a full moon",
i told myself,
"you never know what pull she will decide to have on the universe."
i glared back at her.
her glory nearly blinded me,
halting my hatred,
overwhelming me with awe.
