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Sun And Moon

As the sun scorches our flesh, we beg for it to go down. We want the pain to stop. To leave us. And we hope our eternal burns will be soothed by the silky cool moonlight. And once the sun begins to go down, down into the ground, there is a slight sense of relief. And as we joyfully absorb the twilight, we start to think, and we realize that we are now left with nothing. Nothing but silence. Silence and darkness. And the wounds we hoped would heal are getting worse. And what was once a cooling breeze has turned into a freezing blizzard. And as we shiver, we manage to sneak a glance upward. And we see the moon. And the moon is staring down at us smiling; laughing. Laughing at our pain, and smiling at our misery. Indulging in our flaws and celebrating our sorrow. Smiling an evil smile.  And we do nothing, but freeze and shiver. And we shake in pain and cry in shame. And our tears freeze to our cheeks because of the blistering cold. And we simply ask “why?” and the moon’s smile grows larger. And then we realize that the sun wasn’t so bad after all. And we miss the sun, and we want it to come back. We want the sun to melt away our frozen tears and rinse away all of our broken fears. But there’s nothing we can do. So we wait. And wait and wait and wait. And then the morning finally comes. And we are full of pure happiness. And we smile up at the sun, and the sun is smiling back. And then our smiles turn into frowns because we notice something isn’t right. The sun isn’t smiling anymore, he is just flashing is monstrous teeth. Revealing his evil. Showing it with no shame. And we start to cry again. And the tears that were once frozen are now boiling. And the pain is unbearable. So we cry some more, and the tears begin to boil the moment they escape from our eyes. And our eyelids feel droopy and our eyelashes flutter hopelessly. And our skin that was once ice cold is now covered with blisters and boils. And the blisters and boils get so hot that they explode on our skin. And our bare bones and blood are revealed. And the sun is still smiling at us. And we cry some more, and the tears still boil; both of our entire eyes are boiling. And we manage to see through them anyways. And we notice that our bones and blood that are now revealed begin to burn. Our blood boils from the inside, but hurts much more than our eyes. And we can see smoke start to rise from our bones. So we collapse. We collapse onto the ground and let out shrieks. But no one is there, and no one can hear us. And then we remember the moon. And we want him back suddenly. And we wait and wait and wait. And finally the sun sinks into the ground, smiling wider than ever. And the moon appears with the same devious smile plastered to his face. And for about thirty seconds we feel pleasure. The boils and blisters that have popped feel soothed. Our blood stops boiling and returns to a normal temperature. And then it begins to rain. And the rain soothes our entire body. And we are completely soothed and swimming in a puddle of rain, feeling free at last. And we look up at the moon to thank her, and we notice her smile. And we start sobbing because we know what is supposed to happen next. The moon hears our sobs and her smile gets larger and larger. And what was once soothing rain is now piercing cold liquid. Freezing on us the second it touches our skin. And we cry and cry and cry. But the tears do the same thing that the rain does; freeze to our already freezing flesh. But we continue crying. Partially because of the pain, but also because our tears are warmer than the rain. And even though the tears freeze the minute they escape our eyes, the warmth is comforting, but only for a brief second, and then it freezes. And it gets so cold that our eyes freeze too. And so does our blood. So now, we can’t even move. And we don’t have a pulse anymore, but somehow, we are still alive. Perhaps we don’t want to be, but we are. And that’s how life is around here. And we can still see, but our eyes are frozen so we can’t blink. And just then, for some odd reason the moon’s smile grows. It is growing and growing. Until she doesn’t even have lips or ears or eyes anymore. Her whole face is just a huge smile. And we get very frightened because we don’t know what this means, and we’ve never seen it before. And just then we notice the sun.

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