Blood red moon
when the stars stop twinkling out of fear
there is a different air, like holding your
breath way too long, past the point
of sanity.
Crimson streaks of blood are streaming down the bold
crisscrossed striped lines on her wrists and her arms
like a colored waterfall,
past the point of pain.
This was the day, the day she had been waiting for,
to ease her troubled, drug induced life.
Heroin was her hero,
this was the only way she could be free, she knew that.
Blood red moon, outside the window, looking in.
Finally, she was slipping away, she would be successful in death.
Your authentic approach woke different thoughts inside of me, amazing writing for such a dark topic. In a way, reminds me of how things feel when there’s a bushfire moon (a burnt ruddy red moon), a sullen sense of inevitable loss in various ways for community, and individuals, after braving a fight for so long, only to be overcome in too great of a firestorm, a wall of terror that crushes all, to only leave once living lives as charcoal behind.
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Very dark. I really like this.
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Reblogged this on vanbenschoten and commented:
I can fully identify with this….
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thank you for reblogging but I’m concerned that you can identify with this. please do talk to someone, a friend, a counselor, anyone. PLEASE. people care about you. know that.
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I am seeing a new therapist this week. No need to worry, I talk to her and my doctor, and I also talk on this blog.
🙂
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thank you for writing that, i was worried, indeed. please keep in touch. i’m here for you too.
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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Thank you
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Very nice use of the prompt. I like the way you combined and described the scene of her wrists with the moon’s colors.
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A moon can inspire many paths. The symbolism between the red moon, the red tracks on her arms, and the redness of her death are drawn together.
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thank you, phy, for getting it.
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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Very different and unique take on the prompt, I loved the story. It took me to a very different place full of pain and sadness but also … all good writing will do that. Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks, Mark. I started with an “ordinary” forest story and it just didn’t feel right, this did. thanks for reading. good job.
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