Snot drizzles and drips from my
nose, partly from the cold wind
scraping her fingers across my face.
Mostly the floodgates were opened
with Mourning Moon’s mandate–
let go the painful relationship before
winter’s solstice brings darkness.
Farewells are never easy, yet
this one leaves my heart shredded,
hanging to bleed dry after the kill.
I am sharing with Hedgewitch at her blog Verse Escape for Friday Flash 55. I know I’m late, but it’s hard to get back into the habit of writing. I’m trying.
Razzamadazzle 
So glad to see you put this up, Teresa. I know the feeling you describe here all too well, and your 55 opens the window to that Mourning Moon and all she brings us, whether we want it, or not. Thanks so much for playing!