The Waxing Moon

[gothicred]

The lights in the yard like distant stars, and I'm naked and cooing. Like some beast not meant to be here. Why do they shine lights and yelling, I am afraid. Dart guns and honey bees. Why God am I dizzy, is this what happy sounds like, all buzzing and humming. Swatting at bugs, face down on the ground. This is love.

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[morbid_o]

Hi

[gothicred]

hello!

[morbid_o]

Sounds like things are going well for you?

[gothicred]

Up and down, left and right. Sometimes it feels as if I'm swimming. And every morning I wake to find my world is melting.

[morbid_o]

A Fortunate Coincidence, then. I'd never discourage swimming in solid matter, but word on the street says it's easier in liquid.