noise everywhere. the crash of rushing tides—(IT’S MOONVIOLENCE, DEAR)—i can hear the wolves howling! (hush now, they’ll hear you)—

see their jagged maws and gaping hunger
closer,
closer,

curiosity—

(snap.)

it’s too late.
teethsnarling bonebiting fleshrendering dancing dancing dancing—in the circle you go! we will tear you to pieces (and offer you to the night)

and she will (make you anew)
just like us (just like us)

but we knew all along
(that this is what you wanted.)

you wanted to be a moonchild too
(didn’t you?)