The blood-orange moon
rises high in the sky behind me
as I glance in the rearview mirror
at an image the defines me.
My past cannot be undone
as it is always right behind me
and no matter how hard I run
the shadows still can find me.
An ominous melody begins to fill
the air that surrounds and binds me
as the moon watches down closely
always threatening to reveal me.
Autumn Siders 