Blood Moon

Poetry

“And it was an eerie silence
that clung to me like a second skin.”

That night was alive, yet, at the same time, still, an eerie silence that clung to me like a second skin. Smog hung low in the air, backlit by orange lights glowing into the night, tinging the moon with blood.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

The promise of the night filled me
with a delicious anticipation.

3 thoughts on “Blood Moon

  1. Very haunting and gothic. The longing here has such calm imagery. You can feel the eerie peace of the silence, the quiet, as it becomes you and that’s remarkably vivid. Beautifully written!

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