A loss of orbit, Her gravitational forfeit; She no longer greets the moon
The galaxies have strayed, From her intravenous decay; A mind no longer in this celestial room
She cries tears of river floods, And cascading molten blood; That ravage at her innermost core
Now wildstorms of polluted rain, Course destruction within sorrowed veins;
Without Her Sun, My ******
Cannot Endure.
Little piece about a recovering addict dealing with the loss of her son and navigating the subsequent relapse. Have a few more pieces in the works around this story!