By Maddison O'Donnell
Splayed out, I am worn bare by the limitless dark of night,the grit in my canines still tasting of grief, unspoiled: a honey-coatedabsence of all my former truths in candlelight. Taking in airthat has been robbed from you, I sink alone in my guilt, shackledto the spark that was snuffed too soon. Bereft, I turn upon the world,and it turns upon me. We bray at the blaze of our mortality,shrouded, unseen. Taking for granted everything that we hide:this is what the world looks like in the absence of the new moon’s light.