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.
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.
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