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Luna cannot sleep at night

Too scared to open her eyes

She counts imaginary stars

And as she’s sliding down the milky way

Her shaking lips form a silent prayer

‘Bad men come and go’, she says

‘Tomorrow will be another day’

She wants to dream about simple things

The smell of apple pie

To keep her monsters away

She wants to dream of trivialities

She wants to keep her fears

Underneath her bed

Her eyes, once ocean blue

Now stormy and so far away

She never smiles but tells you - ‘I’m okay’

But you know that she can’t concentrate anymore

Deep in the back of her mind

Teeth are eating their way out

‘Hush, little girl. Tell me when it hurts’

She will never tell