The Elixir of Moonshine

THE ELIXIR OF MOONSHINE eyes intoxicated with bright light, exotic lashes — luxurious with midnight mascara, and the elixir of moonshine. a foghorn bays... the brim of his wayward hat, in line with his pupils. the sway of his trenchcoat, the hardness of his knuckles. he grabs her slender trembling fingers. tear droplets drain down ruddy mountain peaks — after effects of her shame. a body tries to wake up. a cowboy boot, like a weed in the perpetrator’s chest, speaks of a different kind of awakening. moaning of spurs stirs a sweet smile from an admirer. like a shooting star or fireworks, her bruised pupils illuminate. he tips his straw-colored hat, “howdy ma’am” 3/22/2018