crescent moon

i felt the tremors long after the impact

my fingernails carved crescent moons into my skin

in an interrupted moon phase pattern

the fall was swift and unjust

as my tears fell to stain my soul

they never fully dried

only turned a different hue

so the only thing i ask is

walk gently on my tear-stained soul

the paths across my tender heart are well worn

and i am battle weary