HostileMoonlight

As the light of day beings to trickle away, as the sun slowly sinks and the moon gradually rises in a cycle as old as time, as the stars emerge among the blanket of inky blackness, one by one by one, and dusk slips away before night, I sit gazing out through the boring window of my generic white room. I watch the moon with a longing that touches the depths of my soul. The night is captivating in its mysterious beauty, alluring in the freedom it offers. Fly away, it tells me. Against conscious command, wings unfurl from my back - silvery black, slender, and marked with the scars of my past, present and future self. They're damaged, but also