A Modern Nightmare Poem by Ruby Muniz

A Modern Nightmare



Shards of glass peirce through my veil

the moon brings new pangs

the ground is damp from my thoughts

my pillow is suffering

my skin is numb

not even the blankets warm my body

my soul has froze over

my love has died

all in the depths before the moon, of the night.

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