Helaena C Moon

“… let death also thread the tapestry.”

Here I am again. Shadows on these walls. Tints of yesteryears. Potent with pain and eternally burning. Yet, calm as ever - enduring my damnation like a saint.

“How invisible I have become. How small. It won’t be long before, I don’t exist at all.”

“tuck away the heart. tight. sew the mouth. cut the tongue. tie the arms. fetter the feet. stitch the eyes. - don’t see. don’t speak. don’t reach. and never ask for anything again.”

“Dearest Black Sea, about your darkness, about your depths, your restlessness. - My heart, it understands.”

“No one comes here anymore. No warmth from another heart beating. No one to soften my weeping.”

“Stay haunted. Stay hushed inside your mystic dream. I won’t tell your secret to a soul ~ Nor tear the lucent seam that keeps your heart pristine.”

“I do a dance with death, daily. A fanciful flit. One foot in the pit. My shadow and me at my grave.”

“You see, I am on a mission to find that secret place. And tuck myself hard away within it.”