It is not full, it is not blue.
It's secrets kept are ages old.
Thrice the luck of a blood red moon.
What makes this peri-winkle?
Why does it shine brighter than each star combined?
Yet why is it, that such a shade bewitches the mind
as it lies betwixt the curtains of the night sky?
Is it that it matches and mixes and hides
within the the darkness of the nights eye?
No, to explain why
is more than midnight.
To find the answer you must look inside.
We all know the truths
of the periwinkle moon.
Over and over. But when the blood started to blur my vision I had to tell myself it was just rain. Pleasant ruby colored rain, with an odd coppery smell. I pushed on regardless and kept inching towards the glowing light. Soon I could see no more because the ruby turned to crimson and yet, the light grew brighter and ever closer.
With a last effort I flapped my torn wings one more time and yet, I did not go any further.
The windshield wipers twitched and I fell to the side of the car.
With my feet in the air, I could finally see.
First, I imagined that I was a ghost for a brief moment until I realized that I did not know this family at all. I didn't even know myself. How did I get here? And whose house was this?
I walked downstairs to the kitchen and looked inside to find the woman in the pictures who was my "mother". She smiled and asked if I wanted breakfast holding out a cast iron skillet steaming and pouring out luxurious smells. I looked down and in her pan were all my favorite foods. Eggs, sweet potato, onions...and a finger. "Whose fucking finger is that?!?!?!" my brain rattled off as I slowly looked down.
It was mine.
