One night, the Moon cast its company into the waters of Blood Moon Lagoon. By the clues of the moon I made a choice
August's Blood Moon Lagoon
The August Blood Moon
Cast its tint over the water like a blanket of blood
Another reflection in the murk:
Off to the left was the Warrior Planet
Lending its rusty hue to the sanguine scene
I'm blending and bleeding
Having excoriated the heart I carried
"Was it mine or his?" I wondered aloud
"It's over," said the Moon.
I pitched my burden into the red stillness
The vision was frozen in my bones
I'm alive and heartless in this bayou rouge.
My companions, the diving bats
And big-bellied mosquitoes.
Cast in Carnelian stone, I'll not die,
The trade-off: Eternity and the Thirst.
Nothing to hold me down.
Whish, the waters move
Burying the weight of the heart.
Linda Kloss (author) from Corpus Christi on June 14, 2019:
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