Doe Eyed

Moon called

I run through the trees in no clearing

no clearing.

Water pulled in an unnatural direction,

Called. Beckoned. Sung.

Eyes change from comprehensive to...other.

A moon called zombie.

Running, run, run,

Through no clearing

Through no clearing.

Branch whipped,

burr soaked,

bitten.

Run home!

Something calling, something telling,

whispering,

danger.

Run home.

Trip, stumble, scrape, fall.

The moon is still calling,

but the danger speaks to run.

I’m not ready to face her yet.

I’m not ready for this madness.

This insanity that pulls on the corners of the mind,

That pulls through no clearing.

no clearing.