by Roxanne Ruiz
Bright Crimson, as bloody as a womb.
Black sky, no stars, no light.
Only a slash of bloody red.
Before this moment, darkness has never been so true, so absolute.
The skies are empty without sound.
Even the birds of prey will not take flight.
Their shrill cries will not pierce the blood moon night.
Eternal blackness stretches for miles.
Endless possibilities, yet nothing the eye can see.
It's frightening, nature's beauty.
I can't look away from it, I can't close my eyes.
Black and red paint their way across the canvas of twilight.
The moon's out for blood tonight.