The moon has me in tidal lock. âš I imagine my lips on his. My hands in his. My body with his. My mind is in a dense daydream, and I cannot tell whatâs reality. âš Is this what my mother felt? The feeling of being high in a smokey euphoria, that she gave away her body five times to a man. God forbid I repeat her footsteps and give myself away four more times. âš I am afraid of the consequences for throwing myself over a cliff. âš In this fall, the moon is my witness and she is responsible for my madness. She calls me Icarus, she calls me a foolish woman. She calls me Izanami, who burns. âš I am Lilith, angry and lustful. âš I am Juliet Capulet, naive and unfortunate. âš I am Lady Akashi, who sacrifices and suffers. âš To love this deeply is my grave mistake. My mistake in which it brought me the most happiness. âš If I love this harshly, it may create my soft landing, my soft death. âš I ask the moon for help, but instead she smiles and watches me fall. âš Iâve asked too late.
G. | To Fall, To Love This Harshly










