The Spring Equinox
By Ruby Moore
The full moon pulls and mauls me,
My soul swishing like the sea.
I am controlled yet wild and salty,
Licking the sand and choking on plastic.
Men, thinking they can swim to shore,
Get lost and tangled in their own nets.
Drowning, face to face with white-eyed fish heads
Stinking worse than the dead dreams they used as the worm.
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Ruby Moore is a freelance copywriter who lives in Sofia, Bulgaria. She started her career in film and teaching screenwriting at the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. In 2014, she founded Creatives-Sofia, a creative collective of international creatives and is co-founder of Artist Tree Sofia, a community art studio creating work in the city.