Loneliness on the Blue Moon

 Loneliness on the Blue Moon 

 

A comfortable, safe place, cushioned 

by a blanket of memories, flecked with 

birdsong and rain. Their whispers I cherish, 

resounding with heart-soaring songs. 

The sun reflects off my porcelain skin, 

while their gardens water my soul. 

With memories like these, the edge of darkness 

only sharpens my bones, growing with every 

frosty step. In an instant, it swallows my faith, 

while all I see is white. But if this is hell, 

why do I keep walking? And why do they not 

stop me? Deep in the night, a silhouette emerged. 

The smell of wet earth caressed my face, 

waking me from sleep. Glancing to my left, 

I found my light skinned prince, ethereal in all 

the glory of his night attire. A cloak of wispy wind 

floated behind him, the scents of salt and sand 

filling the air. He was glorious. I watched, 

awestruck, as he lay next to me. His eyes looked 

towards the night sky, vibrant in their blue. 

I wanted to touch him, to have his soft skin to mine. 

A wolf wrenched my sleeping body from the bed by 

my forearm, howled like a thrashing, in order to snap 

me into the waking. The smell of chloroform reeked 

of sweaty skin as he twisted me for his pleasure, 

the act designed to keep me from seductive dreams. 

In my half-lucid state, I still felt the sting. 

Now I fill this place with feathers & dead flowers.