write one leaf that answers, “What now?”
What now?
I stand over the body. I waited so long for this moment, but now that it’s done, what now?
When blood is drying and the fight is over and things are slipping away, what now?
When emotions kill, and lives end, and hands claw their own bodies open, what now?
When screams go unheard, what now?
Then, we walk away. Murderers hold the hands of virgins, and we walk away. Our intuition will lead us, and we will fall into place together.
And what now?
Now, the Moon will give us the answers.
Shooting stars tickle our noses, and we realize we had the answers all along.
