Literature
Tainted
As I step out onto the moonlit balcony,
I can already feel the soft breezes brushing past my skin.
My garments are frail and my shoulders, arms, face, calves and neck
All exposed.
The breezes continue to caress my skin
As I turn my gaze upward to identify a constellation or two.
Two stars of Orions belt
Part of one of the dippers
But mostly scattered stars.
My head lowers, my view becoming the serene, dark landscape
That was previously before me. My eyes scan,
Noticing the vast mountains that I had seen all my life, now
Dark.
Though not with anger. I notice this as the breeze pulls again,
Tugging my skirt, urging