blood moon

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by outerworlds

by outerworlds

                                    
                                              
you hear her wail throughout the night.
                          at least, you think it's night. it's hard to tell in world consumed by darkness and black fog, the only light coming from the illumination of a dull blood moon, full and gargantuan, taking up half a licorice sky.
                          she is crying to persephone, to hades, to the devil—to any skeleton with a soul dirtier than hers. she shrinks into herself and it reminds you that she is just a girl, mangled and vandalized, looking to be complete, to not be entirely alone. poor girl, so completely desperate to learn to hold a heart without sucking the blood out of it. 

                          you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, it whispers a truth fallen only on deaf ears:
                          i have loved you through every disaster you've created, even the ones that are named after me.
                          it's a silent confession, seemingly unheard. you close your eyes and let your splintered mind roll back to the first time you saw her, when you were whole, when you were enough for a woman with a bite that strong—but then the blood moon starts to set. 
                          liquid gold drips between your shoulder blades.
                          it burns against your skin.
                          it tastes like her redemption.