Under the Moon’s Glow

I feel a slow burn building within

Tightening my muscles, hurting my skin

I stare at the sky knowing what’s about to begin

The unfurling of desires filled with sin

My body contorts, I hunch over in pain

I fall to the ground, head hanging in shame

Tears fall from my eyes, there is no one to blame

Because in another month, I have to do it again

I let out a scream, but it turns to a howl

There’s no turning back, it’s happening now

My flesh starts to burn as I roll on the ground

My groans of pain now turns to a growl

It is done now, and out of my control

Something forged from the moon’s soft glow

What you see here is the other part of my soul

A forbidden creature you wouldn’t want to know

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Kaleya a.k.a Grim Angel, is a young black artist that loves writing, reading, and drinking tea. She has an odd obsession with cats, but do not have any as pets. She loves cooking and watching horror movies alone and with her family. Her niche is horror, but writes about all things. Leader and not a follower, she would rather create a space where others can truly be themselves with no worries.

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July 27, 2021

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