the moon can’t admit to the sun the reasons she has for avoiding him. she’s quiet, he’s quiet. think of the mess that would make. think of the burning grass. green going brown dry dead. ocean going empty, fish gasping for a breath.
my legs and arms move but i don’t feel it. I just see the world going by in a blur of faded colors. the air is thick like water. i float. i sink a little. i float and float and swim, then cough. sputter. drown.