Betrayal (1)

A few days have passed since I arrived in this black city. Perhaps shorter, perhaps longer. I don’t know. It is dark, and the red moon always lingers in the night sky. Be it high above or near the horizon, its craters burn into my cornea. It stands large and close. It has been a long time since I had a moment to myself. The red moon, dark like my own blood, its craters deeper and larger than entire nations. It is far closer than the moon as I know it. And I feel drawn to it.