Full Fledged Full Faced

How do you howl at the moon?

At 2:00 a.m. the moon bends down and fills my bathroom like a flood light. I shrug off this human skin, it slips to the floor without a shriek of protest, all the chatter and the whispers and the fretting drip off, tumbling down the stairs and scattering into the cracks.

Barebacked I see the valley of my spine shining like a fin.  Half animal, half something else, I stargaze while this sharp seam holds the hemispheres of my body together.

So what’s up with the random prompt? You can find out here. Also, this post is in honor of last night’s Super Moon.

Photo via Christine Mandich.

Comments

[kelly]

oh, this made me smile. xo

[Cassie]

Whoa, this kind of gives me the chills! I forgot to see the supermoon the other night, but then it's hard to see the moon from my boyfriend's house. It's all secluded at the bottom of a hill covered by trees.

[tracy mangold]

I love the visual and tying the body to the moon...there is a magical quality about it - binding us all together...

[Dragonfly]

Oh, the visual is so real, the shedding of the skin, the exposed spin and the light of the moon. Wonderful!

[Noel]

Thanks all! Much appreciated!