Full moon night
As bright as I get to see anymore
The light stung a little but only as much as the sun used to on a mid-summer’s day. I’m not even sure if that is a memory or dream I have retold
I could still taste him on my lips.
Sweet like sun-rippened fruit.
Oranges juicy and fragrant
The scent of his blood was strong, wafting up from the bag in one hand.
Spare clothes in the other.
I surveyed my garden, drenched in the white moonlight. The shadows of the dirt-mounds rippled across the ground as far as my eyes could see. Thousands of them. The final resting places of monsters.
The only thing we leave is the heart.
And for good reason…
Beside the last mound I made,
was the girl who had been taken by the last monster.
My new sister
A Filia Sanguine
A blood daughter
Born of the heart of her destroyer
Given a second chance
To go her own way
Or to stay and fight
It will be her choice.
I went to her
She was a wild animal
But I was not there to tame her, I only accept her.
I held her naked body against my own and allowed her to cry. It is like being awakened from a nightmare…
The pain is still fresh on your skin
The fear and adrenaline still plagues you
But it fades…
Like most dreams… and memories.
Quiet as shadows, my sisters came to collect our sibling. They would bathe her, love on her… she did not need to eat. She’d already had a hearty meal.
I had a job to do.
Finding a new place, a spot of dirt not dug before, I knelt and begun digging with my hands.
Tears fell into the freshly turned soil, tears of blood. It doesn’t matter how many times I have done this, I always cry.
My tears that I weep for the lost
I took the photo of the dead girl, crime scene tape in its corner. It smelled faintly of Detective Morris, my friend, my protection from the outside world.
In the hole goes the photograph.
And so too, the heart of a monster…
The dirt felt good under my fingernails.
Washing me of my sins.
And… we are done…
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