Friday, April 17, 2009

The Blood of Evermore

When I get my period, I nail a piece of cloth to a tree. Then the noorhawk sounds its call, and the eastern visigoths storm the misty moors. After that, it starts to rain fire as the pale sirens perform their pagan dance in their ancient druid coven. The sleeping oracle will sigh and turn in her bed, and then all of the fireflies in the whole world will light up at the same time, making the earth into a beautiful aquarium of light. All the faces of all the clergy in Christendom will turn to linen, peaceful as just made beds. On the fifth day, when the tides are up, the ocean will stop in time. I will wonder down into the dry sea bed and eternity will be revealed to me as frankly as the rings on the inside of a tree. When the moon rises I will forget everything I’ve learned, until approximately one month from now…

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just got my period, reading about your period. The moon works in mysterious ways.

April 22, 2009 at 7:33 AM  

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