Full Moon by Abigale Louise LeCavalier

I sit under
the Full Moon
like a passenger
silently dreaming
already in the afterlife.

And I’m going
to leave it all behind
in my head,
better than
inside my heart.

Crying milk and wine,
these tears
have no salt left,
no dusty-road reminder
of sun bleached skin;
the scars of her memory.

As I let the anger sink away
like the dying shadows
of the twilight,
quietly culling
the Oleander,
secretly stealing away
into the night
into the dark of it,
coming out at dawn
a Raven or an Owl.

There I will climb
the tree without her
and carve my name
in it’s bark,
Stare at the full Moon.

And lick the blood from my wounds.

Abigale Louise LeCavalier lives in San Diego California by way of Mammoth Lakes California. An admittedly ‘self absorbed poet’ and full time Alien, Abigale writes from the heart. Most of her pieces are dark and revealing narratives of things and issues she has had to deal with in her life. Giving the reader a look on the not so bright side of life.

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