The girl
with two long braids
hanging from her temples
like droopy
antennae,
looked up at the sky.
A foggy halo
circled the moon
in a snowy paste
and
a tiny sister
pushed itself
redly
outward.
Out of the halo.
Out of the white shadow
of
the pearl.
The haze was so thick
that the girl
had to squint
to make sure
the tiny red dot
was there.
But it was there.
There
licking at the halo.
Eating it.
Eating its way out.
The black telescope
shined.
She laid her eye
on the viewfinder.
She felt suction
and the momentum of her eye
zooming
out to the vaccum.
She will tell the tale
of
the stars
and
the war-gods
full of blood.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 8:02 PM UTC
The girl
with two long braids
hanging from her temples
like droopy
antennae,
looked up at the sky.
A foggy halo
circled the moon
in a snowy paste
and
a tiny sister
pushed itself
redly
outward.
Out of the halo.
Out of the white shadow
of
the pearl.
The haze was so thick
that the girl
had to squint
to make sure
the tiny red dot
was there.
But it was there.
There
licking at the halo.
Eating it.
Eating its way out.
The black telescope
shined.
She laid her eye
on the viewfinder.
She felt suction
and the momentum of her eye
zooming
out to the vaccum.
She will tell the tale
of
the stars
and
the war-gods
full of blood.
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