A Haunting Moon

One moonless night she walked with ghosts. The doctor said it was her meds. She kept here silence. Days later she began to speak to the voices in her head. Her meds were again adjusted. Then one late and windless night there began a rattling of our garden gate, it kept me awake while my aunt slept deeply. I had to go, had to see for myself. Opening the back door I swear, a full moon rushed in as if searching for her cure. Hours later back in my own bedroom I overheard her confiding with that ghost moon as if it were her Doctor.