I tried to spend two nights away
from medicated sleep and vivid dreams;
fireballs and featureless faces.
I hoped in vain Nyx would visit me again,
tie me up in midnight ribbon
and suspend me gently
from her starry breast;
to listen to the wombing of her heart.
She came, cloaked in violet blue
and spoke with indigo lips.
Her words were harsh
like splinters when you’re little
or cracks in every mirror you own,
and as I tossed and turned,
muttered words like these
and reached for the medicine
she reminded me she is the Moon’s
mistress and the daughter of Chaos.
She came without ribbons
or arms to pull me to her;
she only brought darkness
and every thought it offers light
when there’s no sunlight
to proffer hope of tomorrow’s dawn.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
Painting: Edward Robert Hughes