Disorder, chaos,

naïveté, confusion—

the human body

is torn apart,

not a single piece

remains whole.

The moon looks at me.

I grow shy,

too embarrassed to meet her gaze.

I take out my heart,

and wish to offer it to her—

but it slips

into a bucket of filth.

It won’t come clean again.

The moon watches.

I stay silent.

Deep down, I know—

she is a barren plain.

So am I.