"What if you lost your eyes?"
A shrug. "No more crying."
"What if you lost your legs?"
A smirk. "No more walking."
"What if you lost your mouth?"
A grin. "No more talking."
The shadow of the moon follows her.
She leaps and hops gleefully in its faithful light.
She leaps and hops gleefully in its faithful light.
"Did it take long to find me?"
A laugh. "Are you gonna stay the night?"
