No one’s ever remembered me that good. Only the moon even looks at me.
Its how I stay clean (clean but trapped).
running/tripping on vines/the moon pours over me-- splashs slashed by shadow.
Ahead I hear the cacophonous echos of the Revellers. (They are underwater. I am outside.) They are trapped, too, but they don’t know it yet. I’m not cold or warm, don’t feel much, I’m underblooded. Other blood blinds in your eyes so you can’t hear it right. You think its rain except for the way it sticks in your eyelashes, and then you know and wish you didn’t.
And then it all goes backwards, the blood runs back up and your eyes are clear and the moon moves from behind the shadows and your way is light. Run.
When I creep up, its like they can’t see me, but they know I’m there. They can smell me. It is the most danger danger dangerous place for me but also the safest-- I’m hiding right between the eyes where the wolf can’t bite me, can only a little bit see me, foot danglin’.
They are singing. Singing and sniffin’ around, noses growing and growing. I don’t wanna get sucked up in them nostrils. I breathe shallow and lay still. Their eyes aren’t so good anymore. All that blood. The moon is still, too, just watching me. The moon don’t care if I win or lose. If someone shouts or startles, I’ll just climb up there, with the moon. I’ll just sit myself down and rub my eyes clean.
Its how I stay clean (clean but trapped).
running/tripping on vines/the moon pours over me-- splashs slashed by shadow.
Ahead I hear the cacophonous echos of the Revellers. (They are underwater. I am outside.) They are trapped, too, but they don’t know it yet. I’m not cold or warm, don’t feel much, I’m underblooded. Other blood blinds in your eyes so you can’t hear it right. You think its rain except for the way it sticks in your eyelashes, and then you know and wish you didn’t.
And then it all goes backwards, the blood runs back up and your eyes are clear and the moon moves from behind the shadows and your way is light. Run.
When I creep up, its like they can’t see me, but they know I’m there. They can smell me. It is the most danger danger dangerous place for me but also the safest-- I’m hiding right between the eyes where the wolf can’t bite me, can only a little bit see me, foot danglin’.
They are singing. Singing and sniffin’ around, noses growing and growing. I don’t wanna get sucked up in them nostrils. I breathe shallow and lay still. Their eyes aren’t so good anymore. All that blood. The moon is still, too, just watching me. The moon don’t care if I win or lose. If someone shouts or startles, I’ll just climb up there, with the moon. I’ll just sit myself down and rub my eyes clean.
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