A Moon-Eating Resplendent-Goddess Lizard-Woman

I fall back onto my silk pillows and open my mouth to the moon. I swallow the hard light like it is chewable. I am already full of jasmine tea, thick summer air woven into spider webs, honey comb, crushed ants still skittering, and bitter dandelions.

Each night I concoct an elixir of pungent emblems to flavor my dreams. Insatiable, I keep to the fourth dimension where everything is edible. 

Lazily, I snatch a moth with two fingers, folding its hairy wings, placing its still warm body on my tongue. A moon-eating resplendent-goddess lizard-woman with incorruptible innocence, I fall asleep. 
 

Yellow Sweater

WA

YWP Alumni Advisor

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