Blood moon creeps across
the starless sky, hovering
over the bayou like a chandelier.
The air is thick and still,
yet Spanish moss sways as if there
were a breeze.
Gypsy woman sits by her fire mesmerized —
deep in trance until a jagged smile
rips her face like barbed wire.
aka, The Abject Muse 
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