The skin covering my bones
The icy fog covering my brain.
The cotton candy sticking to my lips.
The blood boils out of my brain and the vomit rises slowly up my esophagus, threatening to erupt.
The pavement ends and muddy red clay suck my feet into the ground…
Waiting for the moon.
I lick my lips and stand in the middle of the road. Waiting on the Sun to leave.
My skin hangs. My blood cools. The vomit sits dormant in my belly. The fog never lifts.
The Moon loves me.
It will be here any minute.