I walk slowly so very calm and passive into the night sky and darkness falls heavily on me with a cold shiver
I reach for a lighter and light myself a cigarette and lay it on my dry pale lips
I take about 2 minutes and finish that tobacco fast and I step on it to put it out
Now I look up and see the bloody moon and those punctured stars in the sky
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Wendy, for a minute I thought I was reading an Agatha Christi novel... Did you write this? Then I have to tell you that this is an amazing piece of work. Have you published the poem? You should. This is very different from the usual. Great work.