Crescent moon
mostly a shadow
mostly nothing
absence of light
each night
listening for
the voice
hearing it
wishing I hadn’t–
the matte of lack
having plenty
but just not that–
the rest is black
but this silver sliver
shiny as promise
pulling like desire
like a hook
through the mouth
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This reminds me of the story on Onedine a little with the mention of the hook of light. I love the line ‘the matte of lack’ a very apt description of the hard shell to the feeling of absence. ~ P ~
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I really like this! The briefer stanzas an lines give it a unique style that suits it well!
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Thanks!
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This poem is breathtaking.
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Thank you!
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Oof, those last two lines. Great.
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