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.