Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

I Washed and Hung My Wedding Dress

I didn't know it was supposed to snow, so the static beneath the streetlight caught my eye. "It's snowing outside," I said to Italics as he had his shower. Steam rolled out into the hall as precipitation illuminated the bruised sky. I left an offering of vodka and food, whispering Tibeh yeast-eh, Baba. to the middle of the night. The clouds parted and the crescent moon shone.

"Maybe I'll get my period tonight," I mused, kneeling over THE WHITE OUTSIDE BUCKET. The offerings sat, perfectly still, perfectly dry. The cats hadn't come around, and it was still too early for the crows and blackbirds. I thought of snow, briefly, and then inhaled smoke on all fours, remembering what snow-diluted vodka tasted like.

Four thirty in the morning and something pulled an internal string, drawing it between my legs and up into my lower stomach. There was blood, rust-colored pieces of coral on white quilted fabric. The blood that's more flesh than blood. "I got my period," I shouted to Italics, the bathroom door open, wiping myself just as my eyes caught the static beneath the streetlight, illuminating the once again bruised sky.

Notes: Remember to take pill on Easter. Moved apron to bedroom. Spanning from Feb. 16th (the late evening) into Feb. 17th (the very early morning).