She was a solitary creature.
The faraway kind.
She found herself confined by invisible
rope only when other bodies were near.
And so she would flee.
Tonight, the moon hung
v i b r a n t l y
in the black night
and cast an orange glow in the cool air.
A ring loomed and hugged itself
around it like a tightly wound curl.
A blood moon.
She could never say what has always
drawn her to the moon...
devastated and spell bound by its
o t h e r w o r l d l y b e a u t y .
Looking up, she felt a closeness and familiarity.
She was home
when the moon was emerged.
For the moon was her
s k y m o t h e r .
The moon whispered sweet stories of love in her ear at night
and blanketed her with its soft glow…
sinking itself into her veins,
healing her hollow body with magic and grace.
h e a l e r .
So when the voices got too loud,
and her blood would run too quick,
she would wait for the sun to rest
and the moon to wake
and shed a glowing silky layer over her body
so that she could be
c a l m .
And then she could go home and