Mooncharge necklace grasping hands

grasping hands

At the waterline

holding fragments of the night’s magic

And in the hollow of her throat

hidden sisterhood — where strength did not roar

Mooncharge necklace grasping handsWe know the clearing by the way the air changes. Cooler, sharper, like something has already passed through and left space behind. No one speaks when they step into it. No one ever does. They are already there. Not waiting never waiting but standing where the light falls strongest, the necklace held between both hands as if it might resist what comes next. Weve seen it before, the way they lift it slowly, arms steady despite the weight, until the