Fever Dreams

In response to Photo-Fiction #6

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Mother  moon bright and fat,

In full bloom within her hallow,

Spilling in through my window,

Shining truth on the destruction in our wake,

We’re awake and staring,

Still and wondering out our window,

At the light that drives all lesser things into hiding,

Behind silvery clouds,

Sporadic starlight shines timidly,

And the girls we were dance through thoughts,

Paper rainbow windmills in hand,

Bright sparks,

The scion of mother moon,

With her hallow,

Before mirrors became windows to terror,

Reflecting scars unseen,

To all but she lying in the wake of her own destruction,

Awake under the glow of Mother moon’s hallow.

©Michelle Toussaint. All Rights Reserved


About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she leads...er... co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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