The Abyss

I wake up to the moon screaming. If I can hear her, then it’s too late. An anklet and laces of blood, my skin shreds. She calls for me, the more I resist, the more it will hurt, so I walk outside and stain each cobblestone black.

My moon, I look at you and offer myself. Stitch my skin or peel it off like gum.

Let me go, make me whole, keep me, tear me to shreds.

My fate is in your hands, without you, I have nothing, all I can do is wait for your answer as I stare at the abyss that is now my life.