Nonsense

It gets quieter, choices magnify and landscapes between this world and the one imagined expands.

In this world there is someone that stays long after their curiosity has been satisfied.

It’s time to get dressed and clothing confirms alterations. A preoccupation with food has vanished and with it the weight. It feels like molting into a black moth with bone white wings and fish skin.

Every muscle grows over a need until skin becomes a yard filled with scales blown about by a silver-haired woman choking down her need to touch God’s face.