- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
We woke to witness the second dawn after the collapse of the moon and felt the grit beneath our tongues of all that had once been.
We collected up each scattered part in chunks and pebbles and dust recognizing each fragment as grains of self only the dregs that remain.
We knew the earth would realign no less stable underfoot but seasonless, no turning tide and days raised like blisters on the palm.
We few survivors of the second day after the sky fell down must scratch our story on broken walls and go to ground in early graves.