Moonlight killers


Standing in front of the mirror

In my room

My grandmother’s

Necklace on my pale neck

It s two am

I have nothing to do with sleep

I make a step back

Now I’m right where the moonlight bleeds

It’s blood I drink as water

Every day


I commit to this crime

Of killing the moonlight

Wherever it tries

to break trough my eyes

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2022 11:50
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 14
  • User favorite of this poem: Paul Bell.


  • Paul Bell

    You have a great way with words.
    We've all been through the midnight hell into the a.m., and the distractions it brings.

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