One day, the Moon will love herself. She will no longer play second to sun. She will no longer be the
reflection to another’s light. She will emanate tar black velvet over every living thing. In our blindness
we will feel her light, like evaporated honey on our skin. She will not pull travelers & tides & wombs to
her. She will not need their adoration.
When the moon loves herself one day she will not be able to hide her face. She will break orbit, other
moons in tow, and revolve in her own magnetism.
And they will wake up one day, the great grandchildren of my great-greats, with the sun in their eyes.
And will blind themselves that morning & dread the emptiest night they will ever see, on the day the
moon loves herself. On that day, they will wonder why she ever loved them to begin with.
Previously published in NILVX: A Book of Magic, Vol. I Issue IV: Sphere of Luna.
Operating with the belief that everything she creates is intended to foster understanding of self and surroundings, Kamari Bright is a St. Louis-born writer who has had work featured in publications, included in exhibits, and released her first book through 7 Publishing in 2016.