Regular Poem: Blood Moon

4 Apr

the moon wasn’t even bloody
it wasn’t even
big just yellow
kinda bright i guess

tonight though
i watched it rise
from a huge orange slice
barely creeping over the edge
sinking its teeth into
a wheat field

it must’ve had
a gluten allergy

as it clawed its way up the
black blue sky
with no clouds to even tie a rope to
it became oranger and bigger

and then shriveled
as it got higher

venus knows how to use
an epi pen luckily


2 Responses to “Regular Poem: Blood Moon”

  1. Silver Screenings 12 April 2015 at 12:47 PM #

    Brilliant ending.

    • TheBestofAlexandra 3 May 2015 at 9:40 PM #

      I was going to talk more about allergies and moons and whatever, but I decided to keep it simple and blunt instead. Good thing I did!

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