SCENE TWO
Lost in space.
[Enter the lonely MOON-CHILD]
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She's floating through this starry, gravity-less vast beyond with a heavy head. There's a name on the tip of her tongue as she gasps, spasms of blood. Her nose drips silk, her eyes run crystalline — aeons of atomic explosions and gaseous, all-encompassing supernovas have dried her tongue and her bones and all she can think of is,
"Free me, star-boy." The whisper falls silent from her lips as she collides with a cluster of crushing asteroids — whitenoise and bruised to the bone, alone in this nothingness of wonder.
VOUS LISEZ
the universe tremors as the moon-child weeps milky tears
Poésielove me star-boy, whispers the moon-child.
