Heaven’s Hell

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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