When the moon's sick,
— Tricia (@triciasankey) October 29, 2020
you cry for no reason,
old longings grow,
drudged up with dead
starfish that stick,
squish between toes,
they reek, and
no cure will be found.
For the moon
summons you.
She's healing now
from your touch.#BraveWrite #moonmystic pic.twitter.com/lKtFlX1DkM
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Tricia Sankey 
Beautiful words from a beautiful person, followed you on Twitter as well my beautiful blog friend
Thanks, I’m rather addicted to tweeting from word prompts lately! I’m enjoying your blog as well!
Ohhh babes thank you so very much ❤ much love to you and your awesome words