Mad Moon Woman
You're a charred sweet bramble
a mosaic of cloud and blood
a pantry of wound and balm.
You fester, heal, then repeat...
at times the flesh must protect the peel.
Straddle the moon-nobody to harm you there.
To judge your jagged necessities...
just you and the lint of time entwined.
You'll come back down, that's for certain.
Strong as a mountain at twilight
or a blue bird song in black bird refrain...
Retrieve your soul from the mossy stone.
As the parched blue eye bleeds out red rain.
With that spicy dab of mad moon woman revenge.
For now, lay low-while on the mend.
Debride from the mockingbird's glass song.
The murder will eventually hang itself.
Upon chords of your mad moon woman wisdom.
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