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Aftershock
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Skylight, shocking blue, while moonlight, golden hued,
The crescent moon was a boomerang laughing,
Thrown from angels hiding within the darkness.
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Night superimposed daylight;
It was a time during bleak December.
I was a stolen spirit, whisked away within a chariot- red strobes beaming.
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I could hear the sirens screaming.
I played “hide and seek” with Venus in the sky.
Shock inundated my brain that night,
With hope to set me running free again.
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I heard the slamming of a door,
The chattering of voices in the hall,
And the sound of fists pounding upon the wall.
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The moon was wailing outside the picture window.
Shooting stars mirrored the pain gnawing at my heart.
I have fallen through a crevice, and become a stolen spirit.
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My heart played a game with love and lost.
I never knew, though, what love truly meant.
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Skylight, shocking blue, while moonlight, golden hued,
That night shock waves were arrows through my gut,
A javelin thrown through my brain.
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That night I was a stolen spirit,
Swept away by strangers.
I saw stars reflecting in the tears that filled my eyes.
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Fists pounded upon the wall,
And footsteps echoed within the hall.
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The moonlight was brighter that the fluorescent lighting within this room.
Something happened late that night,
Or in the very early morning.
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The man- in the moon made eye contact with me and questioned-
But I could remember nothing.
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Claudia Krizay
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