The Full Moon, by Kyra Attard

The Full Moon, by Kyra Attard

Blood running
In this bright black darkness
Eyes searching
For something not heartless.

O, blood red moon
Whom have you swoon?

Muttered. Mumbled. Muffled.

A bloody stream
Makes me scream.
Slowly, swallowing, stepping.
Hypnotized by the crimson

Instinctively I reach
Myself.
The voiceless aches,
Wearingly warns…

O, blood red moon
Whom have you swoon?

Trying to untangle
Both tangles
Temptation lies within
Until one is bitten.

She tries
She runs…
But she is pulled back by the voiceless
Who is heartless…



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