Bruised Moons
Nerves frayed.
Bloodshot eyes,
brined.
Fitful prayers
embed half-circles.
Moons buried in my flesh.
The dark side of the moon,
doubled
beneath blurred vision.
I carry my weight in nightshade bags
that squeeze tears out of bruises,
wring hope out of stone.
© 2010 Michelle Ferris
love your imagery, especially the last several lines. very nice.