Under the Moon

365 Days of Creativity

day ninety eight

It was cold that night in the middle of June

When I slept outside, well lit up by the moon

and I took out my knife

and I started to spoon

Out the black spots inside

All the targets of gloom

And I dug in real deep

And I cut to the core

for my reason to bleed

happened one moon before

I had seen a man drown

while I stood on the shore

He had been on a ship

A small wooden craft

but a ship cannot sail

on a sharp coral path

his billowing sails

fell shallow and flat

Quickly he sunk

without rowboat or raft

There was lightning above

with great thunder come aft

I heard him cry out for help

As I stood there-

                          -and laughed

Thus days ago thirty,

my soul became dirty

and I have been suffering hence

So to regain my virtue

I've stayed out past curfew

and bloodied my blade to repent

With la luna above me

I cut out my guts justly

removing my organ of guilt;

"Please do not hate me, for I have sinned greatly," I whisper before my soul melts.