The road shines brightly
as she dances
in the moonlight,
reverberates of small motion
in the soles of those standing still.

Her smile wails for help
but received only
a soft smile back,
as her jaw locks tight
from the painful gesture.

The street lamps howl,
claiming a part
of her soul missing
just as parts
of the moon are gone.

The moon conjoins her
in anguish,
illuminating the bond between them.
They feel her pain
so deeply along the surface.

For as underneath
is a complete fallout
of a beauty
who thought
she was whole.

t.n

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thank you for those that have come this far. my heart soars from right to left <3

this is the second perspective from the poem "midnight mind", which features the thoughts of a bystander
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