my moon. (pt. 2)

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“come to me, my moon,” continued the rain stained note stapled to the tree, “sing me your dreams.”

and there she was, my beautiful moon. as if she heard my estranged woos after all these years. there she stood, pale and mysterious, below the same flickering streetlight i drew a moon underneath with white chalk 30 minutes earlier.

she began to emerge closer, passing tree shadows on the concrete. eyes hidden beneath a black lace cap. matching black lace covering her hands. lips, red as fresh blood. she both frightened and enticed me. it reminded me of my first funeral.

it was 5:11am. the sun, too timid to witness this moment, sat where she couldn’t be seen.

and here i was. a desperate, howling demon. my mouth watering craving, satisfied. my long lost chased dream, in front of my red veiny eyes.

calm yet undaunted, her silver eyes began to peak through the lace as she stood close enough where her cold breaths brushed against my goose bumps, “what dream is chasing you?” she muttered.


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Photos by Cachet Retsos
Light Assistance by Beth Kotz

Inspired by The Addams Family
& American Horror Story

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safe haven.


i’ve been longing for your arrival. it’s a little past 3am and you said you’ll be here by tomorrow. i know i’m a little anxious but the scratches on my neck are getting a little too itchy and i need a distraction.

so to kill time i make my way down the spiral staircase and out the back door. i stroll down the alley and stand under my favorite streetlight. i like standing under streetlights because the buzzing of the flies is a calming rhythm to me. it reminds me that they too want to be warm and surrounded.

from this haven i wonder what you’re doing. maybe putting on your favorite lipstick that matches the dark plum sweater you wore that night we both decided no one else matters. or maybe you’re standing directly in front of the headlights of an old lady’s BMW moments before she forgets to hit the brakes. like that night you were rushing to get to the train station. but instead you were left under a streetlight. just past 3am. surrounded by flies buzzing to the rhythm of this calm, breathless moment.

i’m not sure when you’re arriving, and i’m not sure why i repeat this routine every night. maybe i’m learning from this. maybe it’s true what they say:

 “that reality is never what i imagine it to be from the safe haven of introspection.”


SHOES by Jeffrey Campbell
 SKIRT by Forever21

Photos by Rachel Lynch

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frozen crystals.

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there’s a vessel in your heart that’s screaming louder than the rest. it’s the attention-craving kind; the type that won’t let the world overlook.

but there lies a corner in your spirit that won’t compromise.

so you tiptoe away and hide in a hollow moment by yourself. screams lost in shadows. sounds cancel each other out.

frozen crystals tumbling down your naked spine.


TOP by Unif

Photos by Rachel Lynch

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