MOONCHILD | DLIHCNOOM

MOONCHILD

Between sandcastles, a pearl sat in an eggshell setting looking up with eyes that wondered, “Who cut the moon in half?”

From a glance, one would assume her home changed phases. Her face was scrubbed, but her feet were varying shades of soot and coagulation.

She hummed the wave’s arrangement with ease, with such care to tune, faraway goosebumps rose and floated away in droplets. Mass ascension was in its infancy before she suddenly fell dormant.

The other half poured into her sight and dropped tears in her eyes. They fell and made constellations in the sand, constellations she began to draw and copy into the sky.

She giggled, and there was no display of fresh-faced wonder as sweet or as poised to awaken the dead.

The moon was full and only she could see its water break.

DLIHCNOOM

The moon screamed as their child felt her patchwork, the lone canine bursting out to its full length and the blood caked against her face – half fur, half lamb wandering through a maze of red and ragweed.

There was the beauty of pulsating neon lights and lovemaking against star mirrors, then there was a lonely barkeep attempting to drag his body to civilization, a shredded throat blocking him from crying out.

Her human twisted her arm with all its depleting might, tears dropping into a watery cave, but the beast snapped its spine in half and wrestled it into submission. She unhinged her jaw and screamed her throat mute.

The barkeep joined her in a chorus for as long as it took to consume his throat silent. She lapped so gladly at his tequila-tinged plasma, reducing him to ash by the prelude to dawn.

The moon sighed as their child left their uterus at last.