One Moonlit Night
You were young and beautiful, a breath of fresh air, and we all watched you with our jaws on the sidewalk.
Anything was possible for someone like you. So perfect you could hang the moon and the stars. I was completely smitten and let you wrap me around your little finger. I would have done anything for you.
One evening you agreed to take a walk with me along the bank of the river. That night I shared my true feelings with you, telling you how beautiful you were, and that your eyes twinkled like the stars in the sky. You laughed in my face. Your words cutting me like a knife.
In anger I placed my hands around your throat and squeezed until you laughed no more.
That night I dreamt I was the moon and you were the one who hanged me..
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Sarah is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted us with a flash fiction piece of 144 words exactly, using the words I dreamt I was the moon from the poem Full Moon by Alice Oswald.