Thehalf-eaten Moon

Wascrawling past the night

WhenI met my dandelion girl

Walkingalong the forbidden street

Withthe flickering shadows

Inthe shimmering light.

Andit was blood all around

Spreadingthe smell of Parisian perfume.

Amidstthe drizzle and a muffled sound

Ifound my smeared body

Lyingprostrate on the blood-soaked ground.

Thenmy eyes full of red flung open.

©Atique R.