Blood Moon Confession
Father Death, I stand here again, my back to the living world, facing your crimson eye that bleeds across the widow-water.
This ocean, this womb of night, swallows my screams like sugar. I am alone as ever a man can be, dark-shouldered against the darker sky.
The moon, that red and terrible god, burns away my skin, my sins, leaving only bone-truth behind. How holy this drowning feels.
I have come to this shore to be cleansed, where waves speak in tongues and madness is just another word for seeing too clearly in the dark.