Waxing gibbous tonight. The edges carved away,
fading into darkness seamlessly as if
the hurt was never there to begin with.

Few stars, cool air.

Sharpening our silences & sealing our lips shut. A gaze that magnifies,
pinning down the pale moonlight that spills on skin.
The moonlight that transcends
this story we tell ourselves over & over where we're
speechless still but that's okay, that's enough.

Only that
silver of moon invisible to the eye
as we make sense of the night, wrapping ourselves instead
in a cold that cuts.

-Stella Ho