Monday, December 2, 2013

To the Moon





Blood red on the crown.
Flowing down.
She hated the sound.
Of no one around.

No.
One.

Drip went the blood.
  Drip went the sweat.
      Drip went the red red river.

Blood red on the crown.
Flowing down.
She hated the sound.
Of no one around.

She hated the ground.
The blood and the sound.
She sat down.
She looked around.

The blue blue sky
Swallowed her up.
It swallowed her up and sent her flying to the moon and back.
Straight to the moon and then straight back again.

Every month, off she goes.
To the moon and back.
Every month, she goes and goes.
To the moon and back.

And that's all. 


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