Giovanni Mangiante

abuse

the sun branches out

its rays of light towards your throat

to burn away the traces of hope

left in you,

and the weeping moon

watches as you plunge the knife

into your chest

while the sun, still there,

watches over her back

to make sure she knows

who is the one

in charge.

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