SCENE FIVE
Bound to the stars in a faraway galaxy, their hold so tight—she could be suffocating? Will she ever find her way out this time?
[Enter the compromised MOON-CHILD]
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She grinds her teeth so hard she tastes dust in her mouth. It's dry on her tongue, and tastes of a billion dying memories stuck in the astral projection of her whole entire being. This moment sighs perpetually, cathartic and feeling, it exudes electric through the tips of her fingers—tainted by the subtle residue of this cosmic belonging. She's stuck, floating in the bends—trapped in a timeless limbo. She can no longer foresee what the future beholds for her. I guess this is akin to surrender? She swallows thickly, pollution grips to the back of her throat sticky.... I guess this is akin to surrender.
YOU ARE READING
the universe tremors as the moon-child weeps milky tears
Poetrylove me star-boy, whispers the moon-child.
