when the moon was separated
from the sun
her flesh ripped like seams
and she bled silver
dust onto her lover
when the sun turned away
from her queen
she found the sky
is even more empty
than hell
one womb into two
one heart split like an apple,
its core something you
wouldn’t ever want
to taste, but its strength
lingers on the tongue.
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