What if?

  What if I told you the moon is made of naphthalene chewed at the edges? What if I told you dark clouds lash venomous rain clawing at its face?   (the moon itself is scarred by the cold evil it spawns its wounds never to heal)   What, then, if I told you that…

End of argument

“What do you see in the same old moon, full of the stale stench of sweat and gloom, surrounded by the unhealthy halo of bitterness it’s unable to outgrow? Look at it,”you laugh, “swimming naked in the dark, vain and unperturbed by your silly emotions, your thoughts… indifferent, even calloused, like a rotting¬†roti¬†hung to dry…