Bound

Memories collect under my nails,
sick and sweet and dry.
Taking from the eyes of others
ash and smoke, dust and skin.

Lights in the distance
spell my horror in blinking,
sinking suspicion, dancing before me
like an accusing finger.

Leveled, parched and waiting
I slump into the earth,
stars in my eyes
and blood, red and grey, on my claws.

I bay at frozen, frosted sky.
The echoing turns of the universe
pulsing under my skin,
horrid, etched in black.

I am the last dark moon
in fingers and lace,
burned, blooded and bound.

Bound for you.
I run.