moon

I am not sure how to explain this but the shame in my blood has carved the craters into the moon.

The affliction of one is the suffering which reverberates to it's roots.

No spider can catch this winged spirit that has been flying among the suns.

No web to trap my neighbor's child and feed them to such wolves.

The shame in my blood is the shame which now is undone by the hands of the monster who has fallen to his knees.