slipping

a still night,
few wander.

she stands there,
alluring yet unnoticed;
a natural charm.

i gaze upon her,
la luna,
search within her eyes
for a silent comfort.

her hums haunt,
contorting my brain,
locking onto hidden places.

as she holds my hand
through this journey to
a previous life
i find myself crying.

when my fingertips reach my cheek,
they find no sign of tears.

a scream slips from my lips,
yet no one reacts.

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