A collection/Space

After the fires
Earth repairs her broken parts
Sky iridescent

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To late to repair
Shipwreck on the second moon
Now dust and silence

At midnight

She made sure she was never alone at midnight. That’s when the voices came. They rolled in on a cloud of liquid black, sucked out the air, crushing. A hand to hold was pure oxygen, and the only life boat on a murderous sea.